The Way to My Dream is my true story.
A story written from the quiet pain I learned to carry, and the strength I was forced to grow.
I was raised in poverty, where dreams felt like luxuries and hope had to be earned every day. I grew up hearing more refusals than encouragement, and learning that sometimes family can become the first obstacle instead of the first support. I was told to be realistic, to stay small, to stop reaching for what felt impossible.
But I didn't.
This book is not about miracles or sudden success.
It is about endurance.
About waking up every day with doubt in my chest and still choosing to move forward.
About standing alone when I needed love the most, and discovering that resilience can become a home.
The Way to My Dream is my testimony: that poverty does not define destiny, and rejection does not silence purpose. My dream survived every closed door, every broken promise, and every moment I almost gave up.
This is not fiction.
This is my journey,unfinished, imperfect, and still rising.