Family Matters
"I'm sorry mom. I'm not mad at you. I love you. It just gets hard sometimes," I cried.
At that moment, I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my chest. All the frustration, all the confusion, all the stress, and all the pain I kept in for so long floated away. I stared into my mother's watery eyes and actually saw myself for the first time. From then on, I realized what mattered the most and forgot what hurt me so much.
A bad aura swept through my house the night before our talk. I entered the front door of my house, tired and lost; hoping someone would help me find my way back. I dragged myself into the kitchen, with my book bag sliding behind me. The soft music that had become part of my daily routine acted as a temporary remedy for my anguish. I began to do my homework, the most dreadful chore I've ever had to come home to. As the time went by, I felt a sudden urge to look at the clock.
"Oh shoot, seven o'clock! I've gotten nowhere yet!
As I gradually developed a burst of energy to speed through my homework, I heard a noise. "Click, clack, click, clack." I could tell my mother was home. Her shoes always galloped across the floor like a horse in the Kentucky Derby. After throwing her "fifteen trillion" bags down and changing her clothes, she asked me the question I could never escape,
"How was school today?"
Every day, my response to her was "Same as always."
She stepped into the kitchen and started to cook dinner. Suddenly, while struggling with my homework, she began to talk the talk I knew I had to live with, but was tired of hearing every single day.
"Did you fill out the applications for The Cooper Union and NYIT, yet? You know they both require a portfolio. You have a whole lor to do come this weekend. I have to call FIT ans see what's going on. Do you want to still go to NYIT? You have to start wrtiting those essays for the colleges and drawing some more."
I felt like a volcano about to explode then and there. I had reached my boiling point. I was filled with so many different emotions, pulling my head in opposite directions. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Mom, just leave me alone! Let me do this on my own, okay? I feel like you're making my going to college your accomplishment instead of mine! Every time you promise to stay our of it, you keep coming back. Please, just stop it!" I yelled.
As I looked her in her eyes and said these words, she began to turn red and cry. In a desperate attempt to stop her tears, she blurted,
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