A letter from April 3rd, 2014

Time Travelled — over 4 years

Peaceful right?

Hey love, rather than keep sending myself letters I decided to send one to our mother dearest. It feels like to me that these few years had been the best of times and the worst of times. I remember how proud I was when you became the head of your division. God mom, you rocked. I was excited for days when you had that presentation as the official head - I love you, so so much. For the past few years I've learned that there is nothing in this world that I would trade you guys with. I have freaking awesome parents, did you know that? Mom I know how we often take you for granted and how stressful it is taking care of us who all have quite the different views on things and a stubborn mind. But you held out. For us you did. You made it through. Thank you for doing that. By the time that this letter reaches myself in the future, all the ****** mess should be over. High school should be the past already and I'm either going or already in my next step of life. Chances are that I could have either followed my dream or followed your expectations. You know, I do have dreams. Even though I may not have an interest in anything in general I have a dream. I have things that I want to accomplish, a lifestyle that I want to live. Did you know that? No, you probably don't. All you probably had in your head was a future that you "think" is best. For two years I've spent my days thinking of suicide and believing that there is no point to living. I spent many nights crying about my existence and plotting the ***** of myself. You know I even wrote a will at one point. But I made it through, and what helped me make it through was the discovery I made during that time... I found myself and who I want to be. I want to study in Germany. I want to be a doctor, like you. A doctor that is exactly like you and dad. And never had I been that sure in my life of a decision I've made. Never had I felt the feeling of actually chasing and doing things for a purpose. It gave my life so much more colors. Did you know that? You crushed it easily. The decision that took me years to make and accomplish you crushed it without much of a thought. It was the first time I felt such.... despise for you. It's not anger, but disappointment. How can you do that to my dream? How am I suppose to respond when I know what you want is but the best. But you don't understand do you? That what I want isn't success, isn't fame, isn't money. But happiness for doing what I want and being who I am. Is it selfish to respond to you and reject your expectations for my dream when you've done so much for me? I don't know. Between the confusion of AP courses and your constant doubt of me I don't know anymore. I don't know what does it mean to like something, I don't know what is happiness anymore. Am I to turn away from my dream to please you? Am I to turn away from my life to live one that you want me to? I don't know. And at this point I know that no matter which path I had chosen to follow I would never blame you. Even if I went to america I know that I would walk on with excitement for the days to come. But the disappointment that exists won't ever fade. I'm so tired right now. My throat burns and it's so hard to breath. I love you oh so much. But I often wonder when will you truly see me for who I am rather than who you wish me to be?

Epilogue

over 7 years later

Hey kid,

It's been almost 12 years since, and I'm in my last year of school.

You're going to be a doctor, in America. Everyone who sees you now will...

Tlle tath oingd migaanz uoy ear oyu. Im' tno tub usre. Ttlere etfl i nawetd eenv lslit ,mlseyf tcoann i thta arclel tfaer iths i ietm ekli tdnwae i hwen i oruy htsi rtgoof a ulyrt gdiaenr atolms. .
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Mom emit i acn in yuo that nctdiuone hsa eitm dan tell uoy eeewbnt aigan ipinaodpts ot. Anuhm is noetf ounhge bt,se uoy ltuni gyntir adwlef htta ehs a ehr hltahoug ton rldeaen i'ts ohw jsut gbe,in. So ncntueoi oyu in het eyvnoeer symotl stap lvoe eenb eavh dna vdelo yesar ot 10 redyal eionaidmtnspstp. Ouy at eefl ehs itngyr ilek taesl essh' kamse. Enhw aer ulyg tgisrglgun ew aer we urtaceser. Swa rsue i i oto.
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You vloe rae saol ebing a nemooes beocem oyur fo the ouyr mliafy robken uyo monocrf ohw ot tohes nda eepics rtgyni namhu dan sjtu best to cna. Iont adn me keep in ti mbeceo ecdencnot to i her irromr ailmfy imehngsot tesdfeon ot teh erttedcsh enrzgocie uoy twietds rdaneel uoyr ,eesdg ttha romnyae nith egagdj entgisomh tn'do. .
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Eemwrheos i i sflemy eth thkni tlso ywa olagn. .
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Fgoort ot a i nwdaet rodcot be i. Tath i an anlp roeltabea tsuj is untpomsnaalii of het and ftorgo edn rtniclayan of tno tadresmindie you isht an ateoilnom unred velo ehots. Si it lfese ekil ti. 'im elvo etnccpo iekl bew in ignlvi etiyiln,rssobip ltinoboasig, tuo bgi rbtun dteri advwee fo ttha stih by so alfili oen and it ,duty stju knihcog and hits slfee i'm. .
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Of oyu it oeedrnspsi nda am aemd puord uyo of disucail os eyasr ilbuealyvnbe i tohuhrg enaol. Rhtee euongrse a it wef ytrign olyn gativnae ot hitw oag livea elfyms hatreyp i rou akbc amidstieonc utrhhog iafmyl syrae dan deam tgihr and dandle. Hda oyu abrve so anelo eienlrtis do htat rrosy nda ouy ot im' and were ti. .
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Toyeedrds iisvdion smmo' of hre inegb daeh eyras dboy. Fo mtolsa rcncioh frmo gao dan esfrfus ehs pnia a now few sraey ehs aihymrtarh eddi. Geinv i it haev a inaag ancehc ubt dnoe she tnihk dlwuo if. Flei reh tlyru hre orf pphay mi' ti nda llflefdiu. .
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Ehr or eaxstincpote jsut hpearsp edhcera mddlei uryo sitdena eewv' of a loigwnlof rodngu readsm. A noureyg nad orme hewer eyth dan pleyastci ehva yulold mom driadveopps dluwo go inot rc,ea to nyeegr to gogni ueoy'r be veha dad tth,a. Hintk ubt i ntkhi i pypah aemk ouy am pphay, i itl'l. .
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Ew i ader of aipn, nteeylrc hatt og go teh eigntlt euacss lyon eehwmseor oessmmtie nsthgi velo of velo dan whta htat si yb ew inap lte us thta do. Si elif tshi nda tlfufmnlile aptr ubt stiinuetsqnlae a of levo of eifl the. To usde i tlteil n'wot my ievl ash hmte neeb cbuasee heyt aneyomr ot 'tnod fi kntih nawt evah mero file hwo tanh onwk i i whta. Taht ywa i dno't i oermnya nthik elfe. A still lief httiuow ithkn ehtm i acn i vaeh. Niytgr fidn a vie' ldiemd ot eenb dougnr. Ti of nfuod uyrlrb and omse i aetrncuin i tohualhg tnkih elsfe ryve litsl escanbelm ti. Eb nhkti efil fo i eht i ym orf otlyenhs iwll nda tshi cbaelan itmgh letl mite erts ahsecr but ni of. .
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Omm ti hsit ot lterte emad evern. Sdeu em but ivinso mreads ietm dnrdmiee it hte ot ttah fro t,oo i nreoapls vhae a i fsmyel dan npou taenwd a eifl oecn. Btes i how ngaia nolg n'tdo kown it ot ym tkea it nmraoey difn lilw vhae i dna try will it btu i. Nde i wereh pphay pheo be 'loyul i pu. Too hope i eb i lwil.

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