The glowing electronic numbers of my bank account balance mocked me.
I hated doing this, it would cramp my style and was so embarrassing, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d have to move in with my folks. Just for a while.
In the middle of packing, there was a knock on the door.
“Aren’t you glad to see us!”
“Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?”
Were they here to help pack? How’d they know to come over?
“I know this is a little sudden, Sweetheart, but..”
“Well, Honey, you see…”
“We’re moving in with you!”