I've always wanted to be a fashion designer and I remember my mom used to give us beautiful dresses with gorgeous little details like bows and collars
One day I decided to do a little dress like those for my barbie and show it to my mom. I was like six years old. I'd found a needle, a thread and a scissor so I took all the dresses I wanted to use from the closet and I started to cut the details that I liked. I was so excited and happy.
I had been cutting pretty things for almost 10 minutes when my older sister and my younger brother opened the door and said to me: " What are you doing? You are destroying those dresses. We'll tell mom!" and I hadn't seen it from that perspective. I just thought I was creating something but when they went out of the bedrrom I got nervous because I didn't want my mom to get mad at me.
Apparently, they didn't say anything to her but I didn't knew it so I spent around twenty minutesthinking what should I say to her when she saw what I had done. Then, she came in and stared looking at me, like waiting for my explanation. I felt so ashamed that I started to cry before she said something. She scolded me and said how iresponsable and unconsidered I was for doing that without asking so with my broken heart and all my tears I stood up and picked up the mess I had done, helped by my mom. I thought it was all over and that I should quick. That day I made a long pause of my dream.
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