From Tiny Workshop to Star Factory

My uncle’s booming voice made my ears ring.

“The machine’s down, and the whole line is stalled.”

“Get back here now. Don’t put on airs.”

I was standing by the dorm window at my new company and looked down at my employee badge.

A monthly salary of twenty-eight thousand, full benefits, and project bonuses on top.

I said flatly, “I can’t go back.”

There was a pause on the other end, then he exploded.

“Can’t go back?”

“You’ve got some nerve now, huh?”

“Who let you stay at that factory for three years?”

“Without me, you’d have starved to death already!”

I laughed.