The ultimate dream of my father for me is that I'd be a lawyer. He chose me because I talk him back with reasons and that I always reason out in almost all things. He chose me because I was well trained in public speaking since elementary. He chose me because I am some kind of a political person.
I did entertain enrolling at Law school eight years ago; however, the debates I joined discouraged me. In those instances, I had many sleepless nights thatI asked myself "why should I suffer this hard?" My reflections pulled me out from my father's dream.
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