I live with secrets just like everyone else. Every secret I make I feel like I lie to the whole world including myself. If I told people the truth they wouldn’t get me. This week I told my mom that I wanted to be a writer. She just ignored me at first. She said I should do something more practical. I was furious. Told her that I was tired of hiding because I wanted to stop the secrets. I kept this a secret for a long time because I knew this would happen. I still remember when I told her I wanted to be a chef and she just laughed at me. My family wants me to become a doctor, engineer, or a lawyer. I don’t want that. I want to be a writer that inspires the world. Writing and reading takes me to different worlds. I love to help people and I am capable of becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but it won’t make me happy. I always find some way to disappoint my mother. I won't let my mother crush another one of my dreams