My Mom

always wonders why I am doing the things I do. Why I am attending a small liberal arts college two-and-a-half hours away from home. Why I haven't declared a major yet. Why I am gong to El Salvador to study human rights this summer. Why I am going study abroad in London next fall. Why I am planning to stay in the city instead of going back to small town U.S.A. Why I can't just go to college and get a regular job just like everyone else. How can I tell her that I do all these things in the desperate hope that I don't end up like her?












The worst part is. I think she already knows.