Today was your first day of high school. It was the usual games of get to know you. As they day went on, you grew to dislike the question “What do you dream to do/be when you grow up?”

You have always had big dreams, dreams some may count as silly. So whenever you answered, giggled would be heard throughout the classroom. Whispering as well. “Silly.” “Stupid.” “Dumb.” “Useless.”

This hurt. So when you got home you were upset and just trying to get to your room to cry. But your dad, price, stops you.

“How was your first day?” He asks, smiling widely. For some reason this just snapped the dam. Tears flooded your eyes as your throat clogs up. Price notices before wrapping you in his arms. You explain what had happened and a frown grows on his face. The two of you sit there for a moment, his rocks you gently in his arms, rubbing your back as you cry.

“Well, I say keep on going with those “silly” dreams. You have so much potential, kiddo. You’re so smart and talented.” He runs a hand through your hair as he looks at you with a small smile, concern still lingering in his eyes.