The Spilled Milk and the Broken Chains
Language: en
At the most critical moment of my grad school admission interview, my mother suddenly burst into my room, a glass of milk in hand. Instantly, a bold system prompt popped up on my computer screen. [Interview interrupted. Score invalidated.] I slammed my hand onto the keyboard, my voice hoarse: "Mom, let's cut all ties!" The room was silent for a few seconds. She looked at the black screen, then down at the half-spilled milk. "Just for this?" I closed my eyes, physically and mentally exhausted. "Yes, just for this." My mother placed the milk heavily on the desk, looking flustered…