I am a kid who listened.
Here's to the parents of the artists,
the writers,
the athletes,
the singers,
the designers.
To the parents of the kids who refuse to settle into a business major.
Stay calm.
Try not to scream when they spend all day writing in that damned journal.
Attempt not to faint when they spend all of their money on acting classes.
Don't be disappointed when she makes her own prom dress instead of wearing one three other girls will already be wearing.
Promise not to hate them, when they finally run away to that big city where their dreams have a 1% chance of ever coming true.
After all, It was you guys that told us we could do anything.
We were just the kids who listened to you.
I'm just a kid who listened to you.
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