My parents are supportive. They let me choose what do I want to be. When I said I want to be an artist, they are fine with it.
But I know, deep inside, they’re not. I can tell they are not interested in my artworks at all.
Father is not pleased with the portrait I drew him for his 52nd birthday.
Mother is annoyed everytime I ask her to buy me some supplies.
Maybe it’s just in my head. But it’s frightening to think that I might keep on disappointing them and I might not even get close to thanking them properly for everything they’ve done. I want to buy my dad’s dream car, landrover. I want to buy my mom lots of guccis and lvs so she won’t need to buy the fake ones anymore. I wonder if it will ever come true.