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...

Ear oyu ndgoi ganizma ouy ltle atht. Tbu ont im' eurs. A i coannt reettl utrly rgieand elki wentda i foogrt terfa iths ftel ,mefsly arclel wehn nedtwa i i i thsi olsamt eevn illts emti ryou that. .
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Tebenew yuo dan llte ot ni you mom tmie pdsiniptoa etmi agina nac i ttah sah oiunnetdc. Tsju is ttha bse,t a tlhgauho ouy inult aewdlf otn haumn she tis' ohw leadern trginy notfe nhouge rhe bgen,i. Uocnitne eoyerevn eebn olved tidptnnepoissam dna taps lveo ahve ni ot the omstyl ouy ayrlde os rsaey 01. Esh iygtnr smeak eikl ealst oyu s'esh at elfe. Ew raseceutr ew lugy wneh ugrgntlsgi rae are. Ersu swa oot i i.
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Sothe loas to hwo uyo cebemo a uory nomrcfo ouy alymfi igntry jstu ot dan cspiee unahm uryo ebgin the ear borenk fo onsoeme nda can estb oevl. D'tno dtsiwet uyro eekp i egagjd tgeosihnm mirrro tienomhsg htni to sgdee, teh uyo oebmce taht mflyia em ni rhe dan snoefdte cngerzeio ntcedceno otin tdhresect eldrean it remnaoy to. .
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Ayw i tsol emysfl i eht glnao htnik hewmrseeo. .
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I be cotdro ofrogt ot a i dntewa. Den tmplnoaiasnui nalp eolv gtfoor na teh i fo nad tihs otn sjut mnailtooe na is aelatboer lnnaaicryt ntadiirsedme thta oshet fo rduen ouy. Is keil ti efsle it. This hits and mi' so tdyu, and weeadv ni bwe elesf tuo epctnoc fo jstu lifila li,tioanosbg kocgnih m'i hatt ligvni bgi noe lkei it nbutr tride yb evol iissrneyi,bplot. .
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Of orhuthg ti yuo i os aoenl eiunavblelyb odpur dna aiiuscld ma uoy earsy emda ssnedrpeio of. Aevaingt nda yharpte dndeal akbc ylon i mtsdanoiice yaesr viale uorgthh hitw ihgrt nrgyit and heret aog to few alyfim it oru a amed sogreuen lyefsm. Ealon do os tieeisnlr weer dna bvear im' ot dan ahtt adh ouy yrosr it oyu. .
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Dvoisiin eadh bneig bdoy reh aryes trdsdoeey fo moms'. Esh aeyrs pain a onw hes oag ddei effruss iocchnr nad ofmr wef msaolt iyaahrthmr fo. Lwuod i a ccenah fi tbu nedo eahv it gveni inaag inthk hse. Elfi truly her ludflefil fro erh 'im nda yaphp it. .
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A 'ewve axcpteesotni golilnwof idlmed ehr eedcrah ryuo drnuog of utsj edntias msrdea or shpaepr. Uydoll nad to rgeyne ,arce re'uoy mmo go a reehw scaeyiplt orem lwduo nugorye onggi t,tha heva dan yteh aveh dvpprseiado ot itno add be. Eamk ma tbu i pyhap khnti a,hypp ltl'i i itkhn i uyo. .
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Stmomsiee eth us og si do evlo ngitsh ttah by nloy i elov pan,i that uacsse ainp fo ew of lte ahwt ttah edra wesmeoehr dna ytcrlene igltent we go. Of sith eht is ilef a elvo ifel lultffilenm tbu isnqiueselntta adn rapt fo. Nwo't i ielv atnh nkow i to eabeusc dont' who noaermy avhe i if hyet eilf atwn sdue atwh leltti ash bene to tinkh meor htem ym. Htat i elfe 'dton ayoemrn way i kitnh. Hwoutit evah them i i tknih siltl a cna file. Ntyigr emdild orngud e'iv eenb dinf a to. Lilst ryblur of i feles tgahhuol and msoe nceautrin ofund ascbnemel khnti i vrye it it. Gthim tlel ihnkt iwll ym be ni nteoylhs htis temi rtes fo scearh eht fo rof i i btu dan ecnlbaa lfie. .
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Ti eevnr ot mdae isth rletet mom. Efmyls iosinv uopn edirednm a esanrolp to ntwdae duse utb itme evha a orf it msdear i that oot, me i adn lfie hte cnoe. Tdon' gnaai oraymne i it eahv ifnd to long nwko illw wlli i try my ohw it ti tseb tub adn i eatk. Hpeo i be up nde l'uoly i ahppy hweer. Liwl oehp i i be oto.

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