The Bugatti Bought With My Hunger

Summary

The free bread at the back of the campus cafeteria had become my primary food group.

On my phone screen, a photo from my parents' Instagram feed stung worse than the hunger in my gut. It was a platter of oysters and Alaskan king crab, glistening under the warm lights of a high-end bistro. They always claimed they were sending me three thousand dollars a month for "living expenses," but the balance on my debit card had never crested a hundred.

When the registrar’s office sent me a final notice for my tuition, I finally found the courage to call home.