Not Good Enough
All those expectation, I hope they never come true.I remember when I was a child, the fear and pounding of my heart when I had grades lower than a C. How ashamed I felt when you gave me that look of disappointment, and told me that I was better than this, because my brothers never had anything lower than a B. They compared me to my two brothers who were always two and four grades ahead of me. So I strived to do better, because you wanted me to. I could care less about my...