A Sports Car for Mom’s Birthday and an Unmasking of Parasites

The night after my mom’s birthday, I overheard a conversation that made my skin crawl.

The nanny was grumbling to my boyfriend, her voice laced with irritation, “Today is my birthday, but she only gave her mother a gift and not me. When you two get married, you can’t let her keep spending money on her family like this.”

The driver jumped in, just as annoyed. “Exactly! Why does an old lady need a sports car? She should’ve given it to me! Son, you’d better get her pregnant soon. That way, she won’t have time to waste on things like this.”

Son?