I’m 27, and even writing this still feels surreal.
Seven years ago, I received the email that changed my life.
“Congratulations. We are pleased to offer you admission…”
My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone. I couldn’t breathe properly. I laughed and cried at the same time.
All I wanted in that moment—more than anything—was to share the news with my parents. I thought it would be our victory. All the years of studying, the late nights in high school, the scholarships, the pressure—it felt like everything had been leading up to this.
I ran into the kitchen, heart racing.
“I got in,” I said, my voice trembling. “I got into med school.”
They looked at each other
Then they laughed.
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