When my 15-year-old daughter, Lucy, came home with red, puffy eyes, I knew something was wrong. She had spent the week babysitting for our neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, who promised her $11 an hour.
Part 1 The next morning, I walked straight to Mrs. Carpenter’s house. She opened the door with a smug smile. “I already taught Lucy an important life lesson,” she said. …
When my 15-year-old daughter, Lucy, came home with red, puffy eyes, I knew something was wrong. She had spent the week babysitting for our neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, who promised her $11 an hour. Read More