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"Envision yourself working in your own office." "Envision yourself writing prescriptions for your patients." "Envision yourself receiving a huge amount of money." "Envision yours-" She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me. "I want you to dream high, my dear." "Mom, I want to become a writer." "No, being a doctor is better." "But mom, I want to study literature, I want to publish b-" "I said no." Mom, I know you wanted to become a doctor way back then   but mom, I have my own dreams too. I can't imagine myself working inside hospitals I can't imagine myself writing prescriptions I can't imagine myself receiving a huge amount of money but mom, I can imagine myself working inside my own office, I can imagine myself writing stories and not prescriptions I can imagine myself starting with a small amount of money but most of all, I can imagine myself smiling despite these. You told me to dream high, and I'm sorry because Mom, I failed. I told myself not to dream high, I told myself to dream deep. I told myself to dream deep and plant my dream in the deepest part of my heart and make it grow - that even my heart can attest that my dream was all I ever wanted. My dream grew deeper And the roots grew stronger and I can tell, Mom, I failed to dream high.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Mom, I failed.
"Envision yourself working in your own office." "Envision yourself writing prescriptions for your patients." "Envision yourself receiving a huge amount of money." "Envision yours-" She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me. "I want you to dream high, my dear." "Mom, I want to become a writer." "No, being a doctor is better." "But mom, I want to study literature, I want to publish b-" "I said no." Mom, I know you wanted to become a doctor way back then   but mom, I have my own dreams too. I can't imagine myself working inside hospitals I can't imagine myself writing prescriptions I can't imagine myself receiving a huge amount of money but mom, I can imagine myself working inside my own office, I can imagine myself writing stories and not prescriptions I can imagine myself starting with a small amount of money but most of all, I can imagine myself smiling despite these. You told me to dream high, and I'm sorry because Mom, I failed. I told myself not to dream high, I told myself to dream deep. I told myself to dream deep and plant my dream in the deepest part of my heart and make it grow - that even my heart can attest that my dream was all I ever wanted. My dream grew deeper And the roots grew stronger and I can tell, Mom, I failed to dream high.
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19/F/Philippines
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
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