To think, that this is where we would be 30 years later.
My father’s dream since he was young was to be a veterinarian, considering his love of animals. Unfortunately, with the circumstances he faced, coming to the U.S. was the best choice, and shattered his dream of becoming a vet. Instead, he began working as a dairyman. As sad as this is to say, working among cows was as close to his dream as my father got. After years of working in dairies, my dad became the veterinarian at the dairy he was working in; not exactly his dream job, but close enough to what he once dreamed of as a teen.
I am currently 17 years old; the same age my father was when he made up his mind on his career. 30 years later, my father’s dream is not fulfilled, and his hopes of becoming a vet are no longer intact. Although my father is the strongest person I know on the face of the earth, I know that when he sits alone and with a blank stare on his face, he is thinking about what could’ve been. I think this is why my dad won’t let me give up on what I want to make of myself.
Maybe I don’t have the strongest educational base within my family, but the harsh experiences that they’ve gone through teach me that my choices affect me now, and my family in the future. Meaning, that the future of the unknown family that God has planned for me is lying in my hands at this moment. Scary, isn’t it?