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you

You told me nothing would change.

However, while you were on tour, a lot changed.

Mom applied and was accepted for a different, full-time job.

I remember the night we sat down on our living room floor, knees touching, when she told me that it was time for her to let go of her dream. I was against it, but she assured me it was alright. It'd been years, too much time spent-wasted-waiting and hoping and sacrificing everything for both herself and me. She was ready to move on, to find her identity in something other than the stage.

I got a different job, too.

Gone were the days of assembling photo albums at MPA; I sent an application to a coffee shop in downtown L.A. called Hunt Brews, fully expecting to be turned away due to inexperience. I was pleasantly surprised.

And Willis'... I couldn't let go of Willis' just yet.

Lastly, for the first time I could recall, I started looking into colleges. I didn't have the money-I couldn't even rationally begin to think about where I wanted to go-I just... looked.

And for me, that was a big deal.