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.