Sometimes, we can't help but remember those beautiful days when we boldly sang our dreams_ at schools, homes and to anyone who cared to listen.
I can recall those special days when we were asked to dress like the person we wanted to become in the future. I always chose to be a nurse.
My love for nursing was born from two things: my deep love for nature and most importantly, my love for my father.
My father was a nurse. He always hoped one of his children would follow in his footsteps and somehow, he chose me.
I remember how he would hand me his nursing books and ask me to read them aloud to him. He knew those books inside out. My dad could tell you what was on page 300 without flipping a page and at that time, he has retired from work. but still, he’d asked me to read to him like it was our little ritual. Maybe it was his way of planting a seed.
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I cherished those moments. I wanted nothing more than to make him proud. I didn’t just want to become a nurse,I wanted to be a military nurse just as he dreamed.
But life, as always had it's own plans.
One day, my father went to sleep and never woke up. Just like that,everything changed. My mother was left with six children to raise on her own. Life became harder and priorities had to shift. My dream, the one I held close to my heart was quietly folded away.
I tried to keep it alive for a while, but in the end,I couldn't bring it to life. Still, the dream never truly died. It lives in me quietly. And maybe, it will rise again through one of my children.
I won't force them, of course. But like my father did with me,I'll share the story. I'll let them see my reasons. I'll offer the dream gently,just in case one of them wants to pick it up and carry it forward.
And if not, that’s okay too.
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Yours faithfully @Yummycruz1