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I shouldn’t even know there’s such a thing as a Creator fund—an actual fund where people with TikTok accounts get paid for views—but I know this now because I watched Stella deposit an insane amount of money into her bank account

All because people watch her crazy videos

Who needs a fucking 401(k) when you can just shake your ass on social media, amirite?

Sheesh

Already far too annoyed with the day, I head over to the coffeepot and focus on utilizing the one thing that’s capable of perkingan hour on the phone with Willow last night explaining that ourold ht out of the gate

Once I set the pot to brew, I pull my phone out of the back pocket of h missed notifications

Emails from Brody about the shop

A few texts from ski clients ant to book lessons for the winter

A thread fro what I’ve assured her is a “casual relationship” within the bounds of a retirement community

And three es fro

I delete the texts from my ex

Try to read through Brody’s eh, and eventually, just send hiood to , Bro!”

And type out a ation toward the actual perp—our mother

Finally, after I forward the texts fro them to the schedule, the Bee Gees finish up their show in the dining room and my mom shuffles into the kitchen

Her face is fixated on the screen of her phone, and with each swipe of her finger, the sounds of a new TikTok video fill the silence of the kitchen

Good God I think I have to get her out of this house and away from that phone

Otherwise, if I don’t, I fear I e some sort of intervention with those specialists frouest roo a whole intervention where I have to write a letter and shit

“Morning, Moreet, and it’s only then that she looks up from her phone and makes eye contact with me

“Oh hi, sweetie! When did you get up?”