My name is Mike. I'm about 15 years old and up until last summer I relied on my mom and dad for everything. Money, clothes, food, games, ect. It wasn't really brought up as an issue, until that morning.
I trotted down the steps and sat at the table, as normal breakfast was on the table as well as the newspaper. As I began to eat my sweet oats and fresh honey, I remembered that my car needed gas. "Hey mom, dad? Can you spare me $20 for gas?" They looked disappointed, "son, you're 16 in two months and you don't even have your cutie mark..." My dad claimed sternly.
"Dad!" I said with a mouthful of oats, "you said you didn't get your cutie mark, till you where 19!"
He again looked stern "yes, but it wasn't from lack of trying." I was speechless, "son..." He said "get a job..." Then he put a red marker on the table and left me to the newspaper. The front page was labeled: help wanted! The job section, apply now!
