Filial Millennial

Sammy was reading the short story ‘The Washwoman’ (by Isaac Singer). The poor, old washwoman had a rich son who abandoned her and left her to fend for herself.

Daddy: So, Sammy, when you grow up and become rich, don’t be like that woman’s son and abandon Mummy and me.

Sammy: Actually, I think I will be like that rich son.

Daddy: So, you’ll abandon us?

Sammy: Basically.

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