We all joke about wanting to go to Neverland because we’re too afraid to grow up, to face the future, to fail and to succeed. We want to have fun all day and night. We don’t want to have the responsibilities adults have. I never thought I would reach adulthood until I became a college student, but here I am—I’m a seventeen years old girl who works harder than any other average girl. Growing up in the middle class, with a mother who gets up at 2am to provide for her children, has never been easy. My mom tells me how tired she is from work, and yet she comes home telling me stories about it; they somehow start and end with laughter. How can someone wake up and go to work around 2-3am in the morning and is able to come home smiling? But maybe