Teacher's Note: This journal entry came from a prompt I periodically give, "If you knew me, you would know...."
If you knew me, you would know that I am not a person of Hate. That I am not a person of destruction. That the ideas in my head roam around and come out as letters on a page, telling a story of a nice young man with dreams of becoming a star. Dreams of becoming a prodigy of my father. Dreams of seeing my mother happy and living the way she wants to live, instead of worrying about me. I want her to live her life. I want the tears to stop streaming down her face.