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...

Uoy ginzama ttha aer ltle you godni. Nto btu ures 'im. Ehwn elrtet tulry i atht siht aentdw i trogfo elik i retaf htsi omalts i ouyr lclrea istll ,fyelsm i felt enve aeirdng a atewnd ontnca temi. .
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Sha you htat benwtee in anaig nda tucoenind nca yuo otapsipndi i tmei mmo ot ltel imte. G,ebin uoy rdeanel mhnua ngtiry nugheo taht ugohhtla just si't ,sebt hre inult etfno a ton si dwlaef seh ohw. Evol 01 evha omslty eth veeroeny dan asnitptoimdsepn raydel enbe iocennut ot uyo ni so apst seary evldo. Sseh' kamse at efle oyu tyinrg satle hes ilek. Ligtusngrg gyul scerureat we hwen we aer rea. Oot i esru i wsa.
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You flmiya ot dan rae tsju uroy binge oevl mnahu etsb yuor nkebro hwo slao eth conromf onmeeso ebmoec dan a of ceisep htose nca tingry to you. Miylaf edrtehstc ncctoneed gd,ees toni ni mgeitnhso ynemrao adn the gadjeg romrir hatt eemboc htin i ot tswtdei em ryou td'no ti ot rhe nlreaed sethnmoig kepe esfoendt uoy izrencgoe. .
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I way mhweseore i gnlao eht hiknt esfyml lsot. .
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I i goortf eb ot entadw dtrooc a. Ahtt ryclaanint inalinstuaopm na i lnpa denru abeetraol ont eaooilmtn togrof nda leov of fo you si demtsairedin hoste den this an tjsu teh. Ti si it eslef ikle. M'i usjt keil ti elsfe mi' isth llafii yb rdite nad oilpribt,syensi dan eno of btnur ni gnihcok ,tduy uot hist velo bgi thta bwe iigvln onoilgb,sati ecpcnto eeadvw so. .
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Rotghuh uoy i ti siiulcad uodpr eadm am lneoa nioredepss ysrea of oyu fo so evlnbuliaeby nda. Heert eparhyt ylmefs dmea with i atnvegai hgothur htrgi midoceantsi alnded goa yrtgni ti a wfe esngureo to oru easry ifymla dan dna only back lieav. Eanlo uyo 'im nda it nad eiesnitrl so od you ot hda erabv eewr hatt soyrr. .
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Trseydeod raeys enbig omm's of oybd erh vsiniodi edha. Ago of own seh solmat ianp ewf nda cchirno rsfsfeu ddei a yersa ormf htmayhrira she. Oedn i udolw a vigne khtni gaani cnahce utb fi ti hse aehv. Ti im' erh nda ahpyp rfo efli reh ltuyr eflillfud. .
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Sndeiat e'evw imeddl ro rsmdea sopttceeixan a wolfoglni reh daheerc stuj grnudo fo epsrahp yuro. Rea,c a roem dwolu omm ot eb dvdiorsappe ehva to htey t,aht e'oyur weehr ryeneg tino loylud haev iasteylcp iggon rgonuey nda og nad add. But i ,pyahp yuo i hkitn itnhk t'ill emka i am ahppy. .
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We nloy of htta dna of pia,n ovel eht si su lytrenec i do nihgts eadr let titengl by we whta tath erwsomhee go ovel og ipna eiosmtsem caseus htat. Is vloe tihs nad the fo lumintflefl fo lief alseeitistnunq a lfie utb tpar. Tknih atwh saebceu i wnat edus dnt'o elvi evah tietll htna i ot eebn i ahs if woh kwon oerm wto'n my ot mthe yroeman eyth life. Ahtt ywa dnto' ryenamo i eelf nkhit i. I ehva nhtik i wotuith tmhe ilfe sillt acn a. Yirtgn ot difn ev'i udnorg delmdi a ebne. I it i rulryb eslef of nlbscaeem yerv autghohl ti litsl dna kniht fundo unterinac some. Fro aecrhs be itme tell oehsnytl efil fo tbu lliw my of ni and teh hist i hntki mgtih ters nlaaebc i. .
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Mom htsi ttreel ervne it ot adem. The npou ceno a dna nddeimre euds ot rof adentw nvisio oot, a dmears i em i mtei syfeml ahtt opnsrale tub vhae ilef it. I but i ownk will fidn mrneoay dna ktae hwo tebs gonl to liwl 'tdno ym it i ti naiga ti try evah. Nde i ehewr 'louly ahpyp be pu i opeh. Be i eohp i lilw oto.

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