Dear future me;

How are you? Are you a doctor? Pediatrician? Anesthesiologist? Are you pursuing your dreams or dad’s? Happy, sad, angry, upset? Did you graduate with a white gown or blue?

I’m currently a sophomore and writing this on the final week of school. We were so stressed this week because of the math and history final. Anyways, to answer the first question, I feel normal, not upset, but not the best. Our sister just came home from San Francisco. She’s treating us out to eat and taking us everywhere like always. Dad is still nagging at me and telling me I need to become a doctor since our sisters didn’t want to be one. He’s slowly lowering my interest in the medical field, so I wonder what you’re doing right now. Sister told me and probably you, to not follow dad’s orders and just do what we want to do. But I don’t know. I wished to be a pharmacist, but dad said no and all my life I just set my goal to his, so how am I suppose to know what to do in the future. I hope you’re pursuing your dreams and not his. I hope you’re happy to wake up everyday for work, doing what you want to do.