The Laziest Daughter Was the Richest

Synopsis

"What kind of future do you have messing around on your phone?" My mom's voice cut through the room, and suddenly everyone's eyes were on me. I set down my fork and kept quiet. This was our annual family dinner. My aunts, uncles, and cousins. Over twenty people packed into a private room at a hotel. My mom loved these occasions. The bigger the crowd, the more she wanted to perform. "Look at your Jessica," she said, pointing at my sister Jessica Banks, who was sitting next to the head of the table. "She's a civil servant, steady as can be. "And you? You quit your job three years ago and hole up at home, glued to your phone." I glanced at the trophy on my bookshelf. It was an industry award I'd won last year, but my mom thought it was some decoration I bought online. "Mom," I said with a smile. "Let's eat." My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn't take it out.