I am the woman that your daughter has become. Though you fear you may not recognize me, I am here in my words inspired by the passion transferred from you to me. I am a sensible and kind woman. A woman whose heart breaks at the injustice of the world. Who still seeks to give without expecting anything and return. I am who I’ve always been. I’m just able to articulate that meaning differently now.
We cannot live our lives to facilitate the social encounters of our parents. Our success cannot be confined to the parameters of “my son or daughter is…”. If we ought live this way, for a sound bite, we shall never find the truth of ourselves. Never have the courage to chase culture over chemistry and propose to write of sneaker culture instead of the classical civilizations of antiquity.