Stepping onto this new stage at thirteen feels like a wobbly bridge between childhood and whatever comes next, with a spotlight of expectation shining on me after that arts school audition. My parents' pride is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it feels like a weight I'm not sure how to carry as the world outside my sketchbook gets a little more confusing. Right now, it feels like I'm balancing on a tightrope, and the wind is definitely picking up.