I sat in the backseat of the car and told myself how bad I was doing

“What’s wrong with you?” My dad asked.

I started to cry. “I feel like im not even doing well at the only thing i actually try to be good at. I’ll never be like you. I’ll never win actress of the year. My makeup skills will never compare to the way Jenny does makeup.”

He slammed on the brakes so hard and fast, I could feel my heart stop for a split second and I swore I was going to fly through the windshield.

“Do you know who you are? Do you know who i raised you to be? I raised you to do the best you can in any situation, and by god, you’re doing amazing. I’m not even saying this because you’re my kid, if I felt you weren’t doing your best, i would tell you. You’ve busted your a** and I couldn’t be more proud.”

At that moment, it hit me like a smack to the head

At that moment, I realized he was right.

I work till I literally break.

All the weeks of training I went through

All the months of working long nights

All the literal blood, sweat, and tears

Paid off.

In the end, I won actress of the year

In the end, my dad was right.