I love when I tell my mom things about my life and she tells me that I was exactly like her when she was younger. When I run my eyes over photos of her when she was the same age as mine I almost think I\'m looking at myself. We had the same ambitions, dreams, hopes, desires, and fears. Then I remember being a little girl watching my mother break down on the stairs of our first house wishing she had chose a different way of life and praying that I would turn out better then her.