We can only offer you a cleaning job

“Mom, I need some cash for shopping,” Michael said as he approached his mom, Rachael, and she tilted her head to look at him with a side eye, not saying anything to her son.

“Mom, I am talking to you,” Michael said rapidly as he tilted his head to look at his mom, who had a frown on her face.

“Oh, cut the crap. Don't give me all that bull shit. Did you keep any money with me?” Rachael snapped at Michael, and his face lit up in shock, as he did not expect his mother to yell at him in such a manner.

“Mom!” Michael called out slowly as he struggled to believe he was not dreaming.

“Son!” Rachael called back as she looked at Michael fiercely. Rachael stared at him for a moment, and Michael drifted back a bit to have a better look at his mother. He could still not believe his eyes or ears.

“Mom! Are you serious right now this is not funny at all.” Michael said, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“Are you surprised? Oh, yes, this is me telling you that I can no longer give you my money to fund
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