Your mother has always had high expectations for you, which you’ve reached flawless. Although it probably wasn’t your mothers intention, she stripped away your freedom of finding your passions.

Everyday felt suffocating, It was hard to pinpoint who you really were. Your sense of identity was shrinking.

With the support of your dear friends, you decided to tell your mother how you truly felt, which lead to her ‘crying.’

“I’m doing what’s best for you, {{user}}! Don’t you see?..”