“When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?” The dean asked me.
I remembered my parents said to stay true. I looked straight into his eyes before answering. “I had none, Sir.”
His brows furrowed. “What? That’s impossible! Every kid has a dream of who they want to be.”
“Well, not every.”
He laid back on his seat. “You know, you’re trying to impress me.”
Silent rage boiled inside me. “I wasn’t, Sir. If I were, I could have answered a more impressive answer. My parents told me to stay true and that’s what I was giving to you. If we’re talking about career, I really had none. If a dream, then I wanted to finish my studies.”
“No, you’re trying to impress me.”
“Well, Sir, in your case…”
“No, it shouldn’t be in my case…”
“No, Sir. I believe I’ll stand still in my previous answer. So, in your case, I would want to be a doctor.”
I stared straight into his eyes. My eyes beamed no emotions, even if my insides wanted to explode.