“So what lies ahead of you?” My Mother asked me crossing her arms. “What will your future be like? She didn’t give me a minute to think before she opened her mouth again. I noticed bright red lipstick smeared on her teeth. “You’d be an amazing lawyer, Peach.”
“Well I want to be an artist,” I snapped. “You can’t change that.” We had this conversation almost everyday I mentioned going to Art School. I got sick of it so long ago that arguing doesn’t seem worth it. I will never change her mind, and she will never change mine.