This is my answer to the question, “As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?” Sure when I forget myself I have said that it was a doctor, engineer, lawyer. These were all encouraged by my parents. But when I shared this dream with my mom, she freaked out. She yelled and scolded me, even though she made practically all of my clothes as a child. I was so hurt and confused. When I read in magazines about the newest designers and the awards they win as emerging talent, I get pangs of regret and jealousy. What am I to do with this honesty? I’m not at peace yet.