This day was probably the worst Marjorie had ever felt. It had been a few weeks since she had met up with her friends. When she got home just now, all was quiet. Too quiet. "계시나요?" (Anyone home ?), Marjorie called out. She walked further into the house. Sitting her bag at the bottom of the stairs. Upon entering the living room, she cut the light on to find her mother. "You're keeping secrets now, Marjorie ah ? Where did you get all this money ? What is it for ?"

Marjorie' mother held up a paper showing the very thing Marjorie was worried about. Her banking statements. All the money currently saved in the account. "It's mine. Why does it matter ?" Her mother looked downright offended, but kept her words as polite as she could. "Do you wish to hide these things from me, Marjorie ? I don't take kindly to this kind of behavior." 

Marjorie sighed as she was growing frustrated. Why did it matter anyways ? It was her money. Her savings. Why did this seem to bother her mother as much as it appears to ? "제가 어떻게 당신을 불쾌하게 만들죠, 엄마? (How am I offending you, Mom ?) I have savings in that account. That is what it is." Her mother was shocked to say the least. From her mother' perspective, her daughter was all too eager to be on her own. Especially since people weren't sure if Marjorie was capable of being on her own.

Marjorie finally understood why her mother was acting this way. Why she was so concerned about Marjorie' savings & her decisions of late. No one took her seriously. "I think it best we head to bed & discuss this later. Before we say some things we regret, alright ?" 

Reluctantly they parted ways for the night. This wasn't the end of the conversation, no doubt. Marjorie climbed into bed uneasily. Her mind was racing & she was dreading the unfinished conversation all together. 

In The Morning...

Marjorie got ready, like usual. Nothing special, but she was in no rush to confront her mother. She took her seat at the dining table for breakfast. The table was full of life. Her two step brothers sat across from each other arguing, closer to her step-father. Her mother sat at one end & her step-father sat at the head of the table. 

Marjorie took her seat next to her mother. This is where the conversation truly begins.