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The weather seemed to turn cold in a snap. Even
though we thought we were ready, everyone was
surprised when snow fell from the sky as if someone
were pouring down sugar.
“Lots of snow today!” Dad said in the morning.
“You lucky kids! The radio said that there's no school.
It's so cold outside that it's breaking records. I wish I
could have a snow day. I'm going to turn into a
snowman going to work today.” No school! It was
like a surprise vacation. I was all ready to go outside
and play until I opened the door. Brrr! The cold
wind bit my face, and the inside of my nose stung as
if icicles suddenly formed there. I closed the door.
“It's so cold out there!” I said, shivering. “It froze
my nose!” Dad laughed and said, “I warned you.
That's what you get when you open a cold door!”


All of a sudden, Dad saying that reminded me
about the other cold door'the cold door of
becoming an author and illustrator. Even though
I didn't have any doubts about my talent anymore, I
still didn't like that door. But for almost two years,
I had thought that being an author and illustrator
was what I wanted to be and who I was going to
become. Now, I just didn't know. Was being an
author and illustrator just a wishful dream, or was
it something I could make happen? Was it even
something I should try to make happen?


“Remember at Chinese New Year when we wrote
resolutions?” I asked Dad. “Remember how you told
me some things you made happen and other things
you just wished?”
Dad nodded.
“Well, how do you know which is which?” I asked.
“And how do you know which are the things you
should try for?”
“Well, this is a hard question for so early in the
morning,” Dad said. “Hmm, I guess it's different
for every person. You have to know yourself what you
can do.”

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“Can't someone just tell me?” I said. “It's too hard
to figure it out.
“No, no one can tell you,” Dad said. “Only you
can decide, because only you know who you are.”
“You know who I am,” I said. “And Mom, too.
You're my parents.”
“We are your parents,” Dad said. “But that
doesn't mean we truly know you. It's like that little
story . . .”
The girl is sitting with her father at a kitchen table. They are drinking hot chocolate, and there is a sandwich on a plate.

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I am not speak ingles

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