My parents want me to become a doctor.
UCLA is your dream school, they say. We made sacrifices and came to America so you could have a better life. You need to work hard and get a good job, so you don't end up like us. Doctor is a good choice. They make a lot of money.
When did money equal happiness?
What if I don't know what I want to be? Would they accept that? Or would it be an opportunity to force me to follow their dreams?
If I go along with their plan, will I ever find my passion? Why can't I be passionate about something? Everyone makes it seem so easy to find something they love doing. What about me? Is there something wrong with me?
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Save Me Before I Fall
No FicciónSave me. I need your love before I fall. I'm scared. I'm lonely. I hear so many voices telling me to be someone I'm not. Don't I deserve to be heard? Why don't my opinions matter? I'm suffocating. I'm drowning. Do you see me? Do you hear me? Will...
