My Life Traded for a Few Cents

My mom is a woman who takes frugality very, very seriously.

When I suffer from a high fever, she feeds me moldy chicken noodle soup. In fact, I can only wear my older sister's hand-me-downs since I was a little girl.

After working hard for so long, I finally qualify for the final interview of a top-500 company. I keep telling my mom repeatedly to not cause any trouble for me.

Alas, my monitor winks out when I've reached the most critical point of my interview. At the same time, the router has lost access to the internet.