“What? You’re…coming?” April shrieked when her parents announced a visit.
“Why, what’s wrong?” Her mother asked.
April glanced around her tiny apartment, feeling a little bit shameful. “Uh, nothing. It’s…just I’m very busy with work and…stuff. Anyway, gotta go, byeee!” She hung up the phone before her mother could say more and slumped to the floor against her front door. “Oh…M…G, what. Am. I going to do?”
Her parents were expecting their hotshot lawyer of a daughter to have a large house or a penthouse apartment that would accomodate them. Instead, all she had was a tiny 400-square-foot studio apartment.
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