izabelle

I asked my mother what would I be; will I be pretty, will I be rich and here’s what she said to me. Que sera, sera. What ever will be, will be the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera. The song goes as it plays  in my head. When I was still a sprouting seed, I imagined myself running my own small clinic, along with my small businesses at the side. I also asked my mother, what will I be? Instead of telling me that I’ll be a successful doctor, she replied; “You will be the person who you think you are today.” I never understood what she meant long ago, but as her words unravel, I slowly comprehended the message. Little by little, the threads of my interest slowly created a beautiful cross-stitch; wow, it engraved the entitlement “M.D.” Suddenly, my interest shifted as I entered high school. I developed my verbal abilities, and I wanted to become a lawyer someday. To stop injustice of every kind, especially to those who fabricate evidences. Unfortunately, I suck at memorizing. ...