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Dreams Can Come True....Sometimes

December 21, 2022
By Anonymous

I’m sitting on the edge of the pool. The sun is hitting me everywhere except my face. I’m reading this stupid magazine all about celebrities. I’m pretty sure my body will be the only thing getting tan if I don’t stop reading. I flew to visit my family here in California. Just for a few weeks, at least. I have been struggling to live in Vancouver for the past few weeks, dealing with college and work. I needed a calm, relaxing place for a change. I would say I’m pretty smart. I work at one of the biggest companies in Canada and I got accepted to all the Ivy League colleges I wanted. My parents were super proud of me, of course, but they quickly got disappointed when I didn’t go to college. The only reason I applied to college was because:

1. My parents wanted me to go
2. I wanted to make my parents proud
3. I wanted to have options…just in case.

Now, you may be wondering, “who does this girl think she is?” That’s what everyone has told me my whole life, but the truth is, I never wanted to go to college in the first place. I always thought it was dumb and a waste of time. I know it has great opportunities and leads you to be successful in life, but I was never interested. Now what I did do was submit a bunch of my writing to random editors that worked behind big companies. See, if I did decide to go to college, I would want to major in journaling. Writing has been my passion ever since I picked up my pencil, on my very first day of preschool. I like to write about pretty much anything. That’s why I’m so scared of getting rejected. Deep down inside, I thought I had no chance that my writing could be accepted. I mean, who would want to accept a girl that didn’t go to at least one college? Anyway, I’m still waiting for those letters. I did submit my writing about a week ago, but I’m getting impatient. I roll over and take a sip of water from my cup that’s dripping sweat from the heat. I decided to go inside my parents' house after about an hour of sitting in the sun. My parents are rich, but I’m sure you saw that coming. I’m not one of those bratty, spoiled, stereotypical, “rich” girls. I don’t depend on my parents or their money. I try to stay away from their spotlight, because I want to be my own person, with my own accomplishments. Their house in California is more of a “vacation home” than a livable house. I say that because they’re always coming to California to take a break from their work.

 I’m staying until New Years because Christmas is in about a week and I want to spend both of those with my family here. I am super excited because every year for Christmas, we go around the neighborhood to carol at each house and then we make a huge dinner and open presents. I decide to get ready, to get last-minute Christmas presents. This mall is pretty big, there’s every store imaginable. I go to about thirty different jewelry stores to find what I’m looking for. I want to buy my mom a unique necklace that NO ONE in the world has, and trust me, it’s really hard to find one, considering they’re in places like jewelry stores. I end up buying her one that has all her favorite things; dogs, flowers, and her name. My moms' name is Lyana, which means sunlight. I always praise my grandma for picking out that name, my mom is the literal definition of sunlight. She always lights up the room and when you talk to her it feels like she connects with you even if she doesn’t. I love my parents and I’m so glad to call them mom and dad. I finish up shopping and go grab a bite to eat. I scroll through my phone and decide to check my e-mail…that’s when I see it....

I GOT A REPLY BACK! I swear this is what I have been waiting for this whole week. I open and read the reply. My eyes drop and my smile fades. My writing sadly didn’t get accepted but I’m glad they considered it and gave it one chance before rejecting it, that means a lot. The drive back was depressing, I swear I didn’t care about getting rejected, only because I had a bunch of other companies whose responses were still pending but, I started to get nervous..what if no one accepts my work? What if I never have a successful future? What if I fail. I turn up the radio to erase those thoughts from my brain. I finally get home and run to the kitchen where the whole family is gathered around the long kitchen island. All eyes turn to me. I stand there stiffly looking at every familiar face. It’s definitely an awkward ten seconds before they all run to hug me. I didn’t know my parents were having a party. I was about to tell them about what happened at the mall, but I don’t want to do it in front of all my family members. I don’t want them to be disappointed in me so, I’ll just wait. They all let go of me and I go around to greet everyone. I swear I have too many family members, I barely know half of these people. Everyone is smiling and talking about different topics. The kitchen is full of laughter and fullness. I decide to go up to my room after I greet everyone, just to have alone time with myself, and process everything that just happened. I sit there laying on my bed facing the ceiling for a few seconds. I hear the door open slowly.

It’s mom. “Sweetie!” she screams. She quickly realizes I’m feeling a little down, so she lowers her voice to whispering mode. “What’s wrong?” she questions. “Nothing, I’m okay.” I say. “Look, I know when somethings wrong so, just tell me.” “Mom, I swear, I’m okay. Go have fun downstairs, you deserve it.” “Hey, you know you can talk about anything with me, okay?” “Yes. I know. Now go.” “Okay.” I don’t want to ruin her fun. Especially when she’s on vacation. She needs to relax. Just like I do. I try to forget everything happened by playing music and writing about my experience. I dance around my room until I get tired and my body drops to the floor. I gasp for air before I let out a laugh. A few days pass and I’m doing better than before. Christmas is just around the corner; we put up Christmas lights and set up the tree. I’ve always loved Christmas because I get to spend time with my family all at once and laugh the whole night. We always do a Christmas party and invite everyone in the neighborhood. I do all the cooking, my parents always insist of helping me but it’s almost like it’s my passion, right next to writing, of course. I set up the food on the tables and hang up all the final decorations. Guests start coming in and I greet them with a smile. The whole house gets full in minutes and I try to spark up a conversation with everyone I can. We had fun and partied all night. It was three in the morning and all of the guests started to leave. I was getting tired, so helped my parents clean up and by the time we finished cleaning the whole house, it was about four thirty. I ran to my room to get ready for bed. All of a sudden my phone buzzed. I was confused because I barely get notifications this late at night. I check the notification. Oh. My. God. “I GOT ANOTHER REPLY BACK!!!!!” I swear the whole house echoed. My parents ran up to see if I was okay. “Honey, are you okay?” “What’s wrong?” I think right now is the perfect time to tell them everything that happened. “Oh honey, we’re so proud of you,” “rejection can only lead to success.” My parents will support me no matter what. It’s time to see if I got rejected or not. I read slowly every word. “I GOT ACCEPTED!!!!!” My parents hug me tight and I release my tears. This was the company that I wanted my work to represent and I’m so glad that I get to represent it. It’s my last day in California and I try to make the most of it before I go back home. I spend time with my family, eat at my favorite fast food places, go relax by the pool, and write. I start to pack since my flight is early in the morning. I can’t believe that when I get to Canada, I’ll be working for the company I have always wanted to work for. My alarm buzzes in my ear before I roll over to turn it off. I check the clock and it’s three in the morning. I get ready and pack some final stuff. “I’ll miss you so much” I tell my parents. “Until next time sweetheart.” I hug them and say my goodbyes. After that last e-mail I got, I’m ready to start new and fresh and write pieces I want. I get home, go to meet my new boss, and start writing a new piece. I sit there, and I sign my book to everyone in the company. This is the book you are reading now about how one singular thing took a toll on my life.



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