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Yo, Lebron. Im really happy for you and Ima let you finish, but Kobe is one of the greatest of all time.


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Lacking Smiles

She says, "I don't think I remember the last time you've smiled."

What she forgets to say is "Why?"

I’ve learned to grow up even more with the mounting pressure of the recession. I think one of my biggest lessons learned, thus far, is that complaining really gets you nowhere. So why do people huff and puff? I feel that expressing what is me is necessary, but what is equally important is doing something to resolve the situation. Continuing to complain doesn’t make the situation any better; the issue will still be an issue with or without the heavy emotions. Action is the key.

I told my mother about trying out for the dance auditions. Keep in mind, I’ve only become a dancer until my mom forced me into it during the 6^th grade. Taking lessons wasn’t my idea at all, and without her excessive pushing and forcing, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the art. As talented as I am, I honestly have to attribute my mother as a large part of my dancing career. I thought she would have been proud to know I auditioned. I thought…

I call my house, and she’s not home. I leave a message saying she needs to call me, for the sake of catching up with my mom. I end it with a smile and hang up. My mom calls back, and when I begin to tell her the news, it goes something like, “I just wanted to talk to you. I auditioned for Tokyo Disneyland…”

She says, “hmm… okay. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I wanted to let you know how it went.”

“Well. Did you make it?”

“No, but—“

“So you skipped on work and school, for that? And you didn’t even make it? Had I known, I would’ve told you not to do it.”

The tears ached through my sockets. I didn’t want to taste the bitterness. I let her continue, totally in shock of what I was hearing. But also, not sure if I should continue to be in shock—especially since it isn’t the first time something like this has happened. I’m not really sure what to think of my mother. She complains that I don’t reach out to her, but should I feel guilty for not trying to when she treats me as such? If it were any other person there would be no hesitation, a case closed, the relationship would be severed. So I guess I’m conflicted, and my actions are showing through. Unfortunately, some people just don’t get it. Should I really try to educate others, when I totally feel like my place in this world isn’t meant to teach every dumb idiot out there, only to feel like I’m still misunderstood?

Unnecessary drama if you ask me.

I run after my dreams; I shoot for my aspirations; I can only go one way, and that is up because I’ve been encouraged to believe in forces that equally believe in me. And my mother, the God who had created me from scratch was limiting her own skin and blood, furthermore, not giving a care or slightest notion of care, for what her kin might be feeling.

Who smiles after all that?