"Everything, " Zhenya sighed. "My dad expects me to stand on my own feet. Not literally but metaphorically. Do you think I will be able to fulfil all the dreams he had seen for me?"
"Why not?" Song Jiang retorted. "You are smart. You are ambitious. You are a hard worker. Why can't you do it?"
"But I am not like Zia and Wei, " Zhenya answered. "I am a trouble maker and a rebel."
Song Jiang hummed. "That you are. But it doesn't mean that you can't fulfil all those dreams? Your mom was a troublemaker during her youth. Your dad was the biggest rebel I had ever seen. If they could make something of themselves, then why can't you?"