I seldom told our mom about all our decisions, but when I wanted to be an Heating plus A/C professional, I told her. She cried plus wailed love I had just told her I was dying. She didn’t want myself and others to be an Heating plus A/C professional. She said she had groomed from the time I could walk plus talk, to be a model plus actress. She enrolled myself and others in classes plus took myself and others to every beauty pageant imaginable. I hated those nights in the spotlight, plus I tried to lose, but I seldom did, which solidified our plan of not being a beauty queen. I hated being a beauty queen. When I told mom I wanted to be an Heating plus A/C professional, I knew she would never forgive me, but dad provided to talk to her. He was proud of me, regardless of what I wanted to do. Mom cried for almost several weeks plus every time I came into the same room she was in, she would run out in tears. When I finally started Heating plus A/C university, mom was still irritated with me. She was no longer crying, however she would not look at myself and others either. I tried wearing dresses to class, but it wasn’t feasible. When it came time to graduate from Heating plus A/C university, mom didn’t come. She was ashamed to say her kid was an Heating plus A/C professional. Maybe by the time I become the owner of an Heating plus A/C supplier, she’ll have forgiven myself and others for thwarting the plans she laid out for me. There isn’t much I can do, but appreciate being an Heating plus A/C professional plus not dressed up in glitzy clothes that are so uncomfortable I wanted to cry.