The real issue isn’t the money or the school, it’s the feeling of being trapped between two versions of herself. The kid who wants to keep the peace and the person who wants to start her own life. Her mom cries, not because she’s sad, but because she wants her daughter to comfort her and agree. Her dad says she’s not welcome home if she goes, but says it in a calm voice, like he’s doing her a favor. The whole thing feels less like a disagreement and more like a slow takeover.




