“Mom, Dad, we need to talk.”
My father mutes the television; my mother scrutinizes me from behind her murder-mystery novel. A deep sigh from me and then, “I’ve been putting some thought into this, and I think I want to go into law.”
My living room suddenly transforms into the set of a very bad foreign soap opera.
FATHER: “Why…how could you do this to family?”
MOTHER: “Yes, why? You might as well become a stripper” her eyes...