A Spontaneous Fate

The End of an Old Life

Prologue

               Dear Dad,  

            I'm so sorry, this may hurt you but I have to do what’s right for me, not anybody else. I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer like I am supposed to. That's what’s expected of me from being from a long line of the most prestigious doctors and lawyers. I don't want that for myself. I don't want to tell family that there children has cancer or tell them a loved one died. I don't want to be the lawyer who doesn't try my hardest to put away a criminal for rape or any other despicable crime.

                    I just can't bring myself to do it. I don't want to go to Boston University in the fall and have my head stuck in a book. I don't even want to go to college! You know I have never been interested in school even though I had a knack for it. I bet your thinking that you went wrong with me but you didn't. You made me the best I could ever be, you made me my own person but you didn't listen to me. You never asked what I wanted to do. I'm so sorry that I am leaving but it won’t be the end, just the end of the old me. I hope one day you will understand why I choose this path and career and maybe one day we can be a happy family again.

                   I still never told you what I wanted to do. I don't think you would be surprised either, you know how I loved performing. The feeling after I got a standing ovation at my cello recitals. The feeling of my bow over the strings made me happy but it wasn't enough. But you never knew I found my true passions. You never noticed that I constantly sung around the house or pretended to be on stage, you were always working. Lola, my sister and Sara our nanny knows what I wanted to do.

                I still haven't told you what I wanted to do and I guess I'm stalling. I know you are going to be mad at me. So mad. I'm scared and I am not even face to face with you but dad I want to be... on stage. Crazy right? And almost impossible but I am going to make it happen. I know I can do it and it will take a lot of work but I can and will do this. I will be fine; I have enough money for a few months. I'm sorry I cannot tell you where I am going but I know if I tell you, you will take me back home and I can't let that happen.

                You know what I want to be now and you will see my name again but it will be bigger and everybody is going to know it. Want to know how I know this? I just have this feeling that... well I don't know yet but it’s a good feeling. Dad, I love you so much and I always will, even if you hate me after this but I need to make my own decisions from hear on out. Take care of Lola. You have all she has left and I am not there to protect her from boys or just awful music. Don't be mad at Lola she doesn't even know where I am. I love you all and take care.                                                                             

                                                                                                              -XOXO, Amelia