"Aidan, will you pass me the potatoes?" my mom said as i we all ate in the dining room. As i passed them to my mom, my thoughts were pressuring me to tell everyone now. I didn't know how my family would react to my high hopes of becoming a musician. "no...i cant tell them, they'll all laugh at me for wanting such a big dream." I thought. but then again if i get it over now.... I have decided. "hey um...mom?" i asked. "yes?" she asked. i gulped audibly. "honey, are you ok?" "yeah mom, i was wondering if you think i could ever be something big one day?" my mom raised an eyebrow but then her face softened. "well give me specifics." she said. "well i was thinking a musician." my mom smile down at her plate but then her smile vanished. you know that that is a big dream...many have failed and ended up on the streets. "mom..." i pleaded. "no! you are not gonna be like your father..." i got up from the table and on my way out i said "im skipping college and becoming a musician and you will see..." i go to my room, stomping on each step as if it were a bug. i had been hurt...not to mention my ego as a guitarist and a singer. as i made my way to my room i saw my moms bedroom. i paused. moms nightstand, it had beer cans and different wine glasses. when i saw my dad's nightstand my eyes welled up with tears. it was bare and dust covered. i ran to my room and pulled out my phone and asked my friend jack if i could come over and explained everything he gave me the ok to come over. i packed some things and headed to him by foot since he was only a few houses away. once i reached his drive way i noticed a VW oldie van. i figured i would ask about it when i went in. when i opened the door he gave me a surprised. "Aidan...have you been crying? i wiped a tear that had decided to form and roll down my cheek. "maybe" i said. he brought me inside. once he did we sat on the couch. i figured now would be a good time to ask him about the van. "so whats up with the van?" jack laughed. "oh? that piece of junk? im trying to give it away but no one wants it." he said. that peaked my interest. "so...nobody wants it?" i asked. "yeah, whats up...you want it?" i nodded. "it could be a good musician's van." jack raised a brow but then smiled. "well then its yours!" he said.