Shattered Perfection “Sarah, why can’t you be more like your brother?” my mother inquired once again. “That was fine but you can do much better,” stated my dad, disappointed. In a fit of anger they both screamed, “can’t you EVER do anything right?” Although these may not their exact words every single time; it was always something along these lines, with something about grades, responsibility, trust, ect thrown in. My parents have never pressured me in one specific area, instead focusing on the entire view. Ever since I was old enough to perform and comprehend, they placed me in all gifted classes, they put me in every type of activity possible, and they tried to force me in