So here I am in this new beginning. And still, I feel lost. I can't shake the feeling that my time has passed. I am surrounded by young, fresh faces, oblivious to the future agony that awaits them, bred by uncertainty and failed dreams.
The photo my father and my 1-year-old self, sitting on a mattress as he holds up a sheet of newspaper to me and as I look intently at it, reminds me that part of the reason I am here is because of him. On his deathbed, I promised him I would go return to school.
I hope this experience opens me to be more understanding of people, and I hope to be understood as well.
