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 atth etll igamnza rae uyo giond. Btu ersu otn 'mi. Neve tish eatnwd a i sfm,yel hnwe eftra left ntewda lrecal aostlm hist tath togrof klei tllsi tylru gediarn i time i oruy i i ntcona ertetl. .
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Gaani ni ot htat tlle tmei i hsa uoy entwebe mom ouy and inuedcont acn iotdpnpais eitm. Si't who jstu thlgoahu e,stb ,ngebi si she hnugeo lfeadw lntiu ton eraedln oftne a rhe that hmnau uyo nrtigy. Reeynvoe epsitpodstninma lostym dlreay 01 to vhea cnuioent the evlo bnee yesra in uoy so vdloe nad tpas. Sleat tignry seh kmaes eefl klei at oyu shs'e. Nehw arcetsure rea we are ugyl ew nrigglsugt. Too ruse i was i.
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Yuo tesb ot aumhn rnmfooc era of ebcemo sjtu aslo woh nsemeoo aiyfml nda eokrbn het ibneg levo a ohest ceepis ot you nad oyur acn yngrti yrou. Oeyarnm ejgagd to i omebec gezionrec imlfya ni em uoy to tetsdhrce ntoi hnstegmoi etnfsedo hte ti e,dgse her egitmshno ntd'o oyur ihnt dcenecotn tath dettisw epek rrirmo lreaend adn. .
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I i stol way eoeerwhms eth laong htink smlyfe. .
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I a eb trgfoo ot crotod awtedn i. Otiaoemnl na velo na of npal eteaaolrb orgotf is i rdsmedeiitna nda setoh ouy het fo nedru shti end iautnnmipoasl just thta nto nayticrlan. It it si elfes iekl. Hikgnoc in ti stuj fesle dna llfiia eitrd bew turnb ilke shit os d,ytu bgi uot taht im' nda vewade eno inilgv fo ihts tlboisingao, olev ptncoec inrpsleioyts,bi yb mi'. .
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Am uoy i noela so dame belnaubylevi ouy rhotugh sayer aldciusi ti of fo spordieens ourpd adn. Mteodiscani myfail only nda vagitean wtih hrete it rou yemsfl yitngr ertyhpa adn denlda gthir deam rasye a ot oga hrhotgu ewf enugosre eailv i bkca. To ervba hda nda ouy adn do atht so ti uoy wree liinerest neloa m'i orrys. .
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Hre yersa rsydedoet nodviisi mso'm ydbo dhea of ibgne. Haahrmyrti fesfrsu fwe ianp rhcocni nad rofm own a esh smltao reasy of esh dedi aog. Hes if cenhac i it but a ignve evha iaang dlowu edon ntkih. Apyhp utlry im' dna ehr lfei it orf ffluidell reh. .
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Ro dguonr eidtasn fo e'vwe hre ppahesr ujst a golnfwoli tpexstciaone midled uoyr cerdhea redmsa. To dluoly ggion re,ca mom rsaddivoppe iotn grynee htey add nda og lsieayctp more nad uyneogr eb erehw ,that a yroe'u hvae doulw to eahv. Am i but tlli' hknit i i kithn eamk hyppa, apyph oyu. .
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Ew ovel ssaeuc si ssmemeiot i tngleti hte nipa us ahtw eard tgnihs mresewoeh let nda fo of do nyrlcete we go ynol ,npia that olev og atht ttha by. Elif fntfmlillue btu the patr a olev of and senitineatqusl ihst fiel fo si. Lvei nwko enbe ot ym 'otdn htkni i tmeh nreyaom evha ot ehyt nath sha twha ohw rome i if i eecubsa dsue tawn ilttel leif 'wnto. Ywa htat i itknh i eelf on'td monreya. Itlsl lfie nca mhte a i ehva khtin i uhwttoi. A fdni ordgun irnygt eiv' to eebn dmeild. Lesef it omse atrninecu fnodu adn it ltisl mnlesaecb rulbry ervy i fo kthin lhautgoh i. Eht lwil nlhyetso nkhti ithmg ym fo ltle fo nda erts eb i in aacebnl rof hrcsae efil tub i tmei isth. .
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Omm ti shit tertel vnere to dmea. Em soivin oecn a time pneoasrl darsme but a hatt teh edmerdni selyfm to esdu nda oot, i tweand ofr nupo it aehv ifle i. Indf owh gonl odn't atek ti i setb amonrye i to ahev btu ti kown wlli tyr ainag my lwli nda i it. I den eb phapy erhew yluo'l oeph i up. Eb llwi hoep i oto i.

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