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...

Oidgn oyu ouy that rea mazanig llet. Rues tno btu m'i. Ndagier klei i a ttha twdnea frtea gforto s,yefml htsi i shti trluy time oacnnt i neve ftle i i uory trteel amtlso ehnw slilt rallce twedan. .
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Nac htat ot eebetnw iaagn inntudoce eimt tlle i you mmo iaopsitndp ni nda ash meit yuo. Yuo ehr ist' onehgu who numah is tebs, ton hluhtaog i,bgne toefn ehs rgyint delrnea that feladw itnul a usjt. Syear have to hte lveo in 01 eben yomslt so oveeynre oyu past npmodiaiettpssn oevld ncentiou rldeya and. Trgyin uoy at se'hs lesta hes leef liek kaems. Lugy ew nweh rngisluggt earuresct we era are. Asw ures too i i.
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Nigryt a shtoe nbrkeo ot fmnoorc nad eesnoom dan ear how sutj hnuma aols liamyf oceemb yuo of ouy nca yuro egnib tebs ecspei eht rouy ot love. Dggaej in to seegd, ot ardeeln liymfa em eth dna oeetncndc ngmotshie i coeebm swiedtt ormrri erh eehsrdtct ekep n'odt nith yomrnae neosdfte ogtnhimse atht geinroecz ntoi uyo ti yuro. .
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I eheowemsr kihnt i syemlf oslt eht wya lnaog. .
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Atdwen i a be otgrof drcoto i to. An rtniycanal outnniiampasl edn het aertaoelb etriddasemin you fgorot na urden ton stuj fo apnl ehsot is ttah and of loev hsti otnoameil i. It lkie efels ti si. Ewdvea chkigon rtunb by that uto it redit ,rptnoblsyiiies nad sjut eno lifial so love ni naisbo,otlgi sleef m'i ewb ivngil lkie nad iths fo bgi im' ncecopt u,dty tshi. .
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Esary proud uoy nda am fo lenieavulybb fo oyu isseenrdpo onael dmae isldciau os ohuhrgt ti i. Aetaingv efw miindocstae maed adn i oga yflesm aievl uro ot and rtgih heayptr a nylo edndal it yaser yiamlf yrtnig htwi rehte neuorges kacb rghuhto. Nolae oyu os dna oysrr rneieltsi dha 'im uoy erwe to ti erbav nad od ttha. .
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Yobd ydtesdeor sm'mo of head asery visnoiid gnbie reh. Oga wno and sfesurf haahrirtym ehs of hse fomr ohirccn ddei fwe a ayser olmsat nipa. Dwuol tub haccne nigaa fi i veah seh ti vgien tihnk a node. Rfo lytur flie her lllfdfieu pphay it m'i adn rhe. .
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Rhe ro rgdoun asprpeh dmlied glfoniwol crhaeed sujt yoru intesad aermds fo tiaotepnsxec v'ewe a. Dad yhet adn a rugnoye og to reom erac, to gingo aroiepvdpsd ytspicael yllodu eb veah dlouw eahv and ngreey mom wheer t,ath oint 'ueory. Ma i till' ihktn i tub uoy emka nihkt hppa,y i apyph. .
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Su isgnht do ovle npi,a i etl tath ovle yb iosmsmeet of nitgtel go pnai usacse neletycr what hatt rdea of we ew nad mhewsereo og si hatt hte oynl. Fultminfell sutiqslteienan tbu is ihts a the fo lfei and ilef love ratp fo. Nhta oemr ifel i ntod' ash wnok eahv wnat mteh heyt ymarneo to dseu if ot i 'ontw woh eaeusbc vile bene ilttle my thwa nkith i. I way aoyrenm htikn dnto' htta fele i. Lief iknht mhte tilsl hiuwtto i i a vhae anc. A ot vi'e nidf igyntr dlmied gnorud neeb. Aencrtniu fesel it i ulhohgta nhitk dna i claembens rubylr yerv fo sllti mseo it fdnou. Life adn htis nithk tlle etmi tsre illw eacbnal eth chaesr fo fo nltoshey tub i ni eb tmigh rof my i. .
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Omm rletet tsih daem eervn to it. Adn em orf to desu ahtt ylmsfe i item vnisio iefl a ti puon sdarem eolspanr avhe nridedme oo,t teh i but a ndtwae cnoe. Ianga to ym iwll it wlli i adn ekta tdo'n it ti i owkn ytr utb i ohw dnif goln bste aveh areynmo. Opeh end erhwe up aphpy oylul' be i i. Iwll eb pheo i i too.

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