Growing up in 2 different environments is difficult . Shagota’s mom comes from Bangladesh where the lifestyle is completely different. Growing up all she knew was education and taking care of her siblings. She knew she had to make sure everyone was top tier for the sake of keeping her parents name well known with the little amount of money they had. She wanted all her siblings to get married into families that were well off so they didn’t have to suffer the way they did. Luckily they all finished school with a great education but keeping the family name clean and keeping everyone on their toes all the time made her emotionless. She didn’t know how to love properly, but she knew when to put extra food on their plate to make sure they were full and waking up in the morning to make sure they were properly ready. When Shagota was born she was catered to parenting one way. To make sure she was provided. Coming to America was always survival mode but the American dream is always the same. You want to raise a family, have a house with a garden and a nice car. Even though she was lucky to get the 2 with the help of aunts and uncles, the relationship with her kids wasn’t great, especially the youngest. She just wanted the best for her and she doesn’t know how to show it because she’s used to raising her siblings a certain way. Her daughter thinks the world is on her shoulders but she doesn’t understand how big the problems she thinks she has are. big. She is provided with food, water, and shelter. That should be enough for her to be good. Ever since she was little, I knew she had a natural talent. She was god gifted and her potential can lead up to her several places. She was first place all 5 years no matter where I put her. I was praised as a mom but I watched her slacking and watching her lose her magic was hard. I never knew how angry she was with me till years later she explained I wasn’t treating her with love. She just doesn’t I’m doing what I know and used to.