When I was a little girl I often wondered about the expectations of others.

Was I smart enough for my father?

Was I beautiful enough for my mother?

Was I a pride to my grandparents?

Was I funny to my classmates?

I never really knew what the weight of expectations really meant to me.

Until I was desperate to meet whatever were your expectations.

NA: This is going to be a bit of a dribble.

All mistakes are mine.