I wasn't on the last two days because of the following conversation. The bold is my mom, and I'm the normal.
"You need to stop sitting behind that damn sewing machine so much!"
"Why?"
"Because it's a stupid thing to do. Nobody makes a living making clothing!"
"Uh...yeah they do. There is such a thing as a fashion designer, mom."
"It's still no way to make a living."
"Why not?"
"...Because. It's just a stupid job."
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm stupid then."
"Don't talk back to me!"
...And then she slapped me. HARD. And I stormed out of the house. ...And when I came back, she basically locked me in my room. So much for 'be what you want to be, honey.'
And yes, for those of you who know me well, or heard me ranting on and on about how I'm going to be a writer, I guess my dream kinda changed. I want to be a fashion designer and go to the school of arts in Chicago. I can post some pictures of things I made here later...
Lani Mala Community Member 
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