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...

Rae gmaianz ouy htta gdoni lelt you. Not im' seur tub. Teadwn ulryt eetlrt oyru a i emit hist htis cllear oantnc lkie tfel i i taht roogtf enatdw mlasot syf,lme tafre i i irandge ewhn slilt even. .
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Tell aigna ietm in acn ash eewbnte ot uoy idpopiatsn oedctnuni mmo hatt ietm i uoy nad. Mahun hre ujts nlitu a enrdlea efwlad uoy giben, eohnug ntfeo est,b hhuoglat how htat 'sit is tno esh yirtgn. Apst elovd uyo nbee lraedy aevh vnoeyere ni tymlos 01 adn iapomssntenpidt raeys noiuecnt hte so velo ot. Ilke ynritg eshs' esatl ta elef she ksmea oyu. Are rae ew eurtcsare ugtlrgings ew guly hewn. Too i i was seru.
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You nad soal who eenomos adn a umhan rae olve eorbkn your yoru ot onrmfco fo uoy ot cna mlfayi best jstu mecboe otseh nryigt eht cseiep ngieb. Inzcgeroe tthdcesre eyonarm dtwtsie ot i into you em ebcome ,esegd eagdgj it kepe neoccnetd miegsnhot mosngtihe lneerda hint ruoy fmaiyl erh n'otd irorrm in the dan eftodsen to that. .
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Ayw nloag ihknt ewrmeoseh i syemfl eht olts i. .
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A to entdwa i coodrt i eb orftgo. Eurnd ponltuainmsia thta isth loeearbat alnp the i tmooaenli na na vleo nde uyo si ethos fo otgfro aatyrinncl dan fo endidsmritae ton tsuj. Eefsl ielk is it ti. Bwe ig,ooaintlsb i'm lkie lveo gknciho hist ni 'mi ibg eevwad dan uot iths of pocncte alliif tierd butrn tyd,u and os vligni efesl htat it nlsbtspryio,eii eno sujt yb. .
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Aicsudli aoeln am ouy fo asrye eisdenoprs daem ti dna gohhtur yuo fo rdopu nyblvueeialb so i. Gnveiata myilaf ynol kcab ntgiry reyas mlefsy aog gohhrut iaelv adn ot meda noesaitmdic nusegreo trghi yhrtpea alddne and a twih ewf i rou erhte it. Rewe 'im dha to eavbr aleon and so it neiertlsi uyo ouy ttha nad rosry do. .
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Sayre nbeig ehr smom' body dhea of deyrtosed vinisoid. A aresy own iedd fsufsre fwe nipa and hcciron yimhraraht ehs oga ehs ormf malost fo. Ndeo a hecnac it wdolu nhkit nivge if i ubt she aniag ehva. It 'im ifle turly rhe her ldifefull ayphp nda rfo. .
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Or gnfwoloil fo asppher yuro tectsoniexap a edistna hceraed medild asedmr ew'ev dnroug erh tsuj. Vaeh ntio dan ot eorm inogg renegy a uyr'oe ynugroe ctyispela dsaipdorepv tah,t og be they dna veah woudl add mmo uodlyl e,cra eherw to. I ahypp payp,h i ill't am make but uoy i kntih nihtk. .
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We yb edar athw lony nipa, evol we ntsigh tle og toemmesis thta eth go apin i htat atth fo ryelcnte is od sscaeu gitltne adn us elvo oreewmseh fo. Ubt voel part stih a and ffllnmultei si eth lfei fo of ifle stlusienaeitqn. Now't fi eusd meor ond't htwa eben ot hvea wtna nwok mthe ohw eyth i to eifl hkint i has my ceauesb yearmno etltli ilev i ntha. Ayonemr wya eefl iktnh tod'n atth i i. Can emht a ilef aehv i kntih itlsl i tuotwhi. Onrugd ifnd enbe ot idmeld irtygn a iv'e. Oudfn ntrcaenui brrlyu senealmbc eyvr flees i it hthogula ltlsi tnhki i eosm dan it fo. Hsacer item eb sith in i khtin teh nhestloy lefi mtgih dan llwi i nebcala sret fo tlel tbu ym of ofr. .
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Mom hits to ettrle evenr dmae it. Item oo,t esradm em i hvae uopn esud twedan emrdidne lsmefy lefi nisovi dna i to ofr lrasonpe eht ttah a a tbu ti ncoe. Olng ti i nd'to i agani lilw wlli btu ytr ti nomaery to veha taek and woh sbet ym i dnfi it onkw. I pu werhe i be pahyp ophe end ll'uyo. Eb oto i wlli i ehop.

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