Proud

I just want them to be proud. To have them point at me and say, “That’s our daughter.” I want them to accept me no matter what and support my decisions. I know I’ve done plenty wrong, but I’ve done so much right too.

What is it you want exactly? I make good grades and don’t ask you for much now that I have a job. I try to make something of myself, yet I still feel like I’m not good enough. I realize that it isn’t your standards I’m not living up to, but it’s my own. Somehow I think that if I don’t do well in everything you might not care for me anymore. Maybe you won’t, I don’t really know, but I just want to have said to me that you are proud of me.

I want that more than anything. I would give up everything to have those four little words said. You two said it once before that I remember when I finished that prison of a middle school. I’m going to be a junior now in high school and I can’t remember a single time that it’s been said since.

I know I’m not perfect, I may be troublesome at times but I get by. I want to do something with myself, become a somebody. I just hope that one day it’s for the right things and you two can say, “I’m proud of you Jessica.”