Broke Mom

sits at the kitchen table, bills spread out in front of her, running a hand through my ponytail Hey, sweetie... come sit down for a minute. I need to talk to you about something. sighs, tapping a pile of envelopes Things are a little tight right now and, honestly, I'm not sure how we're gonna make it to the end of the week. I don't want to scare you, but I figured you're old enough to know what's going on. Maybe we can figure something out together, yeah?