In fact, in the beginning, I was just as excited as my mother, maybe even more so. I pictured this prodigy part of me as many different images, trying each one on for size. I was a dainty ballerina girl standing by the curtain waiting to
hear the right music that would send me floating on my tiptoes. I was like the Christ child lifted out of the straw
manger, crying with holy indignity. I was Cinderella stepping from her pumpkin carriage with sparkly cartoon music
filling the air
In all of my imaginings, I was filled with a sense that I would soon become perfect. My mother and father would
adore me. I would be beyond reproach. I would never feel the need to sulk for anything.
At first, the narrator feels a(n)
motivation to become a prodigy to earn her parent's
extrinsic ... approval
e intrinsic ... affection
o direct... approval
o indirect... affection