I grew up very poor. When I was 13, I was at a classmate’s house and ended up staying for dinner. Everyone at the table kept staring at me. The next day, I came home from school and was surprised to find my friend’s mom at our house. My mom’s face was flushed red. She turned to me and said, “We need to have a talk.

I remember I had no idea what was going on. My friend’s mother, Ms. Allen, was standing by the window, looking worried and awkward at the same time. I was a shy kid, and I immediately felt that I must have done something wrong. I tried to recall if I had accidentally broken a plate or said something rude the night before.

She wiped her flour-covered hands on a dish towel and said, “You’re allowed to dream bigger than ‘somewhere.’ You know that, right?”

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