No one tells you what it really feels like to be the first. The first in your family to go this far. The first to dream in HD. The first to chase something bigger than survival. People will clap for you, sure. They'll say you're smart, you're special, you're destined for greatness. But they won't always see the weight. They won't see the late nights you cry alone, wondering if you’re doing the right thing. They won’t see how sometimes success feels like a prison. A beautiful one, but a prison still. Because now that you’ve started climbing, going back is not an option. And going forward? That’s a mountain no one around you has ever climbed. You carry dreams that aren't just yours. Your siblings are watching. Your community is watching. Your country is watching. And you can’t afford to fall because they think your fall means the ladder was never safe. You don’t just represent yourself. You represent possibility. I grew up around people who were brilliant ...