As she stormed out, my mind raced. I knew she was right on one point, if the Blacks had agreed to give me a job then I would have to work for my own money, and in a few months, I would have earned enough to be independent.

Rushing up I put on my hoodie and my jeans. And rushed to join my mother in the SUV parking right in front of our yard.

I settled into the car beside my mum, judging by her expression I could tell she was going to ignore me.

I leaned back in my seat, gazing out of the window. ...