But when I turned onto our street, I saw pickup trucks and cars crowding the driveway.
The music was loud enough to hear from halfway down the block.
When I looked inside, I found the backyard filled with tables covered in grilled meat, seafood, costly bottles of liquor, and large trays of desserts.
Dressed in a brand-new outfit and glittering jewelry, my mother declared proudly,
“My son makes very good money. He gives it to me so I can take care of the family the way they deserve.”