I lay in my bed, attempting to mediate. I was daydreaming about the present, specifically how I received scholarships to Kisco High School. I took a few deep breaths, reopened my eyes, and returned to the awareness of my breath. After a few minutes, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts. I opened my drawer and took out all of my painting supplies. I began drafting my feelings on a piece of paper, and the black paint of my mother and daughter's fear coiled in their eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it. "Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, and I unlatched my room door. I was pleasantly happy to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time. "I want you to prepare. You are going for Kisco scholarship exams. I strive to get this money to see that you entered that school. She handed me over $200. That’s a lot of money. I was so shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to get this mon
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