Thinking about what I was bad at has been easy, but whenever it came to counting my qualities or abilities I found myself less, except for that I got into one in grade second, which made me realize that I had reflexes so great and turned me into a National level basketball player.
I have two of the great qualities, one being basketball and another is my drawing, apart from playing basketball as Nationals I also had my art pieces displayed in an Art gallery.
Others would definitely call it great, because it indeed is a big deal to reach a level like that, but what use it is of when I’m not able make my parents happy and they aren’t satisfied with whatever I go on doing.
It is not that they do not like me playing basketball or drawing but the fact that I’m not the ideal daughter.
In retu
