"Proud?" he echoes in disbelief. "Why?" "Because for the first time, I feel like you're actually making a choice for yourself," I answer. "Not for me, not for our parents, just... you." "What if it's not the right choice?" he protests. "Might not be," I admit with a shrug. "There's no way to know until you go for it. And I do know that you're going to spend the rest of your life regretting it if you don't."
