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When I was a young girl I used to listen to my grandmother telling me her life story. I was the type of girl that pretended to know everything that people used to tell me, I wanted to be known as an intelligent girl so that my mother would be proud of me. My mother was entirely different than my grandmother and I. Is trying to make my mother proud of me the most important thing in the world? I learned that it isn’t; the most important thing is for me to be proud of myself. I experienced a bit of struggle in my life, but in the end I was proud of the woman that I always was. But what problems did I have to struggle so much in my life? When did I finally become permanently proud of myself?