I just got this job offer, right? Like a real, actually good job. It’s abroad, in Europe, and the money they’re talking about is CRAZY. Like, enough money to actually, really help out. My fam has been kinda struggling, my mom works SO hard, and I always imagined I’d be the one to like, lift us up. Be the hero, you know? And this job? It’s exactly that. Except… I can’t stop thinking about what it means. Like, for real. I know it sounds so dumb and old-fashioned, especially with all my friends talking about being independent and chasing their dreams and whatever. And yeah, I want that too! I do. But… I always kinda saw myself as like, the person who’s *there*. Like, I’d be the one cooking dinner, or helping with my little cousins, or just making sure everyone’s okay. My grandma always says a good woman takes care of her home, her family, and that’s always just felt… right. And now this job, it’s like, it’s taking me away from all that. It’s like if I go, if I take this insane money, I’m saying I don’t want to be that person anymore. And that’s what everyone expects of me, and it’s what *I* expect of me. It’s so messed up. My parents are SO proud, like they’re already telling all their friends. And I just smile and nod but inside I’m just kinda dying. Because what if I go and make all this money and I come back and I’m just… different? Like I don’t fit in anymore, or I’m too busy with my ~career~ to actually be there for them. It’s like, the money is supposed to fix everything, right? But what if it breaks something else instead? What if it breaks *me*? Haha, I’m probably just being dramatic, it’s just a job, whatever. But it feels BIG. Like HUGE. And I don’t know what to do. I really don’t.