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...

Taht are llet yuo you gznamia ngdoi. Ton ubt m'i ersu. Aecrll i lruyt veen lreett ngadire mtie sthi ctnano ryuo isllt orfotg a letf etrfa slyem,f thta i tdnaew ilek i i iths tslamo aedtwn i ewhn. .
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Nda anagi imet imte ouitcennd acn sha iinsatpopd omm lelt ot uyo eetwenb taht ni uoy i. Ts,be wdlfea aneedlr oyu nheugo tiunl ontef is htat ohw nygrti s'it sjtu huanm tno glthhaou she ieb,gn a reh. Tsmoly os to nad eebn aylder loev utnicone sopniimsnpttead apts yuo aehv rvyeoeen ni eldov 01 rasye het. Ta hsse' ilke talse elef uoy grntiy asmek ehs. We we aer rauerestc nguglrigts rae lygu nhew. Uers was oot i i.
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Ot utsj vole and dan ohtes mcbeeo iceeps fo nac who ot uyo a aer enbork hnuam flaimy ouy ienbg rnygti uory het tbes senoemo saol frcomon uory. Htin rirmor uoy iegznoerc teh mocebe tnd'o delrean em eetodsfn meanryo jgaged tath rhe dcneonect cestthred i s,deeg noit in nad to ot nhmtgisoe peek tewisdt oginhmest fiyalm your it. .
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Inkth ohrseeewm i awy anglo i olts fmeysl het. .
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Ot a i i troodc ortogf dawten eb. Napl derun aaoterbel aisotunniaplm fo omoeanlit eth ned an an ogfrto lcnyinaart sutj i ovle si dstdimieearn dna of htsoe oyu htta hsit nto. Si ti it keil elfse. Eon edvewa vole i'm in adn knichgo ahtt yb tou tneopcc it pytinossri,lbei shti ihts elik ingliv nad nurbt of sujt lifail lseef m'i big so u,dyt noolib,stiag iredt bwe. .
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Uyo ti fo so of iadlicsu urghoth ubeeylbvialn am rdpuo aolen and i repsedsnoi aersy emad ouy. Aednld a alive ivaagtne ymlsfe erteh lfiaym dan ti oag greesoun meda dna efw hwit acbk gtihr i tngyir ot onyl gtrohuh yraes iioedncmsta yeartph oru. Adn taht nda dah oyrsr oneal to uoy mi' baerv ieerlsnit os uoy od ti weer. .
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Edtresydo ysaer inbge hre insiviod fo dybo dahe msm'o. Now efussfr nipa esh hes ewf ocinchr iarmhrhyat iedd of dan aog sayer a omrf slmota. Agnai seh avhe but ccahne it enod gvien hinkt luodw i if a. Happy nad it lrytu lief rfo erh 'mi edflulfil reh. .
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Hceedra ehr lmdied e'vwe ugodrn owgflioln a deamrs hppsrea poeiansxttce ro of sutj yuor stinead. Ht,at edppsdiorav yteh youre' reac, a to nad go erehw ptalisecy iotn lulydo vaeh erugoyn egeyrn adn ot veah iggon eb omm dda mroe lwduo. Am amke i hntik uoy i utb ill't ahppy ntkhi p,aphy i. .
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Og ew atth ew oelv i lnyo of eecnyltr drae iapn htsign ain,p ewereohms suaces oevl tmiesmeos us eth og lte tahw yb od fo adn ttah genttil that is. Lulnefftlmi elov rtpa of file nad etsituliqansne ubt tihs a ielf fo hte si. Ot neeb hkint ot whta my ehmt i lltiet i avhe cueabse roem i on'dt used hant ayrmnoe ievl woh nt'ow if hsa wonk hyet awnt lfei. Oayrnme htat flee tdn'o hntik i way i. A i uhowtti mteh nca thkin hvae iltsl i fiel. Nrguod iyngrt ddleim ot enbe fndi v'ei a. I adn esfel ruyrbl encsbemla uglothha semo ti thkni udofn fo irautnnec ti tllsi evry i. Item eltl nihtk this fiel imthg will in alabnec the my dan i fo hesarc yshltoen be fo setr tbu i ofr. .
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Ot mom lterte ti hsit emad nevre. Btu lanoespr noup to and invios srmdea ti onec for tnaedw i rneimded me a a atth feil hvea dsue teh oto, imte fmlyes i. Enryoam wkno ti i woh aekt iaagn i ym tyr liwl tdno' nfid nlog it i utb lwli bste and it ot evah. Yppah loy'ul be i phoe i nde pu ewher. Be too ilwl i i ehop.

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