I didn't expect this, to be honest. I imagined success ofcourse, who doesn't? But there was always this nagging fear in the back of my head that my dreams just might be broken. I thank that fear because without it I wouldn't have been able to keep my feet planted on the ground. I would've floated away with visions of rewards and achievements. But I didn't do that. I took a deep breath and continued to wait. The day finally arrived and I kept feeding myself and others, the lowest expectations I could. Because I couldnt srand to have my dream shattered and heart broken- I didnt want to break other hearts either, especially my parents.
Nonetheless, I stood there waiting for the news. Heartbeating fast and heavy, hands cold and stomach a wreck. It came. A gasp escaped me and I felt as if all the wind was knocked out of ne. Then the tears came. Happy ones.
