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I am African. (I know, clichÊ, right?) If you must know, some things can or cannot be said in my household. The truth is that I am afraid of my parents. Most of the time, I want to tell them what is going on in my life, but I feel like they are going to misunderstand me. Like really, whenever I have issues or problems in class, my classmates would always tell me, "Sophie, go talk to your mom and dad about it." But, in my head, I am always like, "You guys have cool parents. You would not know how it feels." I remember when I was a kid and told my parents that I wanted to be a businesswoman, even though I never really knew what that meant at that time. Then the unexpected happened—they started yelling, scolding, and nagging at me. I remember my mom's exact words. "Do you think you could make it in life by being a businesswoman?" My dad interjected and said, "Sophie, don't you see my friend's kid who said that he wants to be an engineer? Why can't you be like that, huh??" Then they kept on comparing me, on and on and on, till they got tired. I remember going to my room, crying myself to sleep, having thoughts in my head no 31

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...