I was thrilled when my parents gifted me $10,000 for college. However, their conditions were disappointing: I couldn’t leave the state and had to choose a practical major like medicine or law. Despite my passion for art, they believed it wasn’t a viable career. “We’re doing this for your own good, Ruth. Stop being ungrateful,” my mom said.
Art had been my life; my room was filled with my paintings and accolades from competitions. Despite my efforts to convey my commitment, my parents didn’t understand. “How can you call it help if it comes with strings that strangle my dreams?” I asked, feeling desperate.
Unable to accept their terms, I left home. I spent weeks reflecting and eventually created a detailed presentation to show my parents the viability of an art career. “Pursuing art is not just an urge; it’s my passion, my calling. Please, trust me to follow my dreams,” I pleaded during our meeting.
To my surprise, they agreed to support my decision. It was a turning point, and with their love, I felt ready to pursue my dreams.
