Why

I have always wanted to become writer.That was my only big wish since I was 6.But my dad doesn't support me because he thinks writers are crazy.One day I got letter from writing school I wanted to go in.I came to living room and showed it to my dad.He sat down and started to cry.''Is everything ok?"I said and put my hand on his shoulder.He didn't say a word.He just set there.I haven't opend my letter yet.I set next to him and asked him same question again."Go to your room."he said.I lisend to him and I went to my room.I heard him saying that he is horrible father and breaking everything made of glass we had in our kichen and living room.I opend the letter slowly.I wasn't accepted.He walked into my room."I am sorry I did that to you honey.I just wanted you to finish something more normal."he said."Get out!" I sreamed and started to cry."How could you?!" "Someday I hope you'll understand" he said and closed the door .