While we are eating dinner, my grandmother speak.
" Your cousin will be a doctor."
I smile,hidden.
I am proud at them, happy at the same time.
"How about you?" They asked.
"I want to be a pilot." I announced, proudly.
Our table turned mute, seconds later they laugh. Making me feels small.
"Pilot? HAHAHAHA!"
I try to smile, to hide the pain.
When the dinner is finished I quickly run to the bathroom.
I let my feelings to show, me to be true to myself. I cried and cried and when I saw myself in the mirror I remember all the pain I've felt.
