My Phone Made Me A Millionaire
Language: en
"What kind of career is that? Playing on your phone?" My mother, Carol Jensen, lobbed the question across the heavy linen tablecloth, and the sudden quiet made me feel the weight of twenty-something pairs of eyes settling on me. I set down my chopsticks. I didn't say a word. This was the annual, obligatory family dinner. Aunts, uncles, cousins—we were packed into a private room at a mid-tier catering hall. My mother lived for these gatherings. The larger the audience, the grander her performance. "Look at your sister, Jessica," she declared, pointing to the woman seated next to the head of…