C120 I am going home

“I brought your bank statements.” Mom walks inside my room and hands me my credit card and statements. At the end of the paper marks One-hundred twenty-five thousand dollars is in black ink as if it were any value.

Did twenty-three-year-old Selena actually make all of this money?

“What is this?” I approach, my eyes extracting. Am I seeing this right? “Mom, there’s a serious mistake here