My father always pushed me to be myself and fight for what I want to do. I have never neglected his words. As his words ran through my mind I was dejected. The concrete got bigger and bigger as I tried to process what was happening. I high-fived the concrete with my face. My eyes were closed but I could feel the tears building up and ready to burst. I tried to hold them like my father told me to but I wasn't as strong as him. Tears welled up and flooded my cheeks. I was a very weak child, so the sight of my tears was nothing new to my friends or people who knew me. My friends sat there looking bored waiting for the moment to pass, ready to spring back into action as soon as the moment came.