I am sorry, dad. I am a shit daughter for not choosing a respectable career path like being a doctor or lawyer. Dad, I am like a cupcake. The icing decoration may be shit and ugly. But when you have a taste, it will blow your mind. I am solid inside. I am strong. Please have faith in my decision. Sorry for breaking your heart. My pride won’t allow me to tell you this. But I love you. Watch me.