My mom refused to let me fix the clogged kitchen sink pipes—when I finally took the pipes apart, I yelled, "What the hell?!" I came home to my mom's place after a year abroad. She was happy to see me, but the kitchen faucet barely worked—the pipes were clogged. I asked her why she hadn't called a plumber. She said she had forgotten. The next morning, I grabbed my dad's old tools from the garage to fix it. I was halfway under the sink, flashlight clenched between my teeth, when Mom's footsteps th