I think back to all the stories my dad told me, that I’ve seen from everyone else, the girls who sell Avon, Dad’s brother who lives an hour away and farms, and I want to know—why are these bad things? What if I don’t know what I want right now? What if I don’t have big dreams for myself, big dreams for what I want, at least not right now? What if all I want right now is to graduate high school and stay at home and figure it out from there? Why is that any less valid than Julia’s dreams of Division I colleges, of Chris’s dreams of NFL football, of Trent and Haley’s dreams of leaving here?
