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2024-12-04 14:14:18“Is that so?” she said with a thoughtful nod. “Okay then, I won’t make you coffee. You might have trouble sleeping later.”
With a decisive motion, she returned the cup she’d been holding back into the cupboard. Her understanding demeanor reminded Marcus of how supportive his parents had always been, encouraging him to pursue his ambitions without hesitation.
His gaze drifted back to his laptop screen as he thought about why he worked so hard. Graduating with a degree in BS Biology was just the first step on a long journey. His goal wasn’t just to finish school—it was to continue to medical school and eventually specialize as a cardiothoracic surgeon. It was a lofty ambition, requiring years of intense study and rigorous training, but Marcus welcomed the challenge.
In ten years, he envisioned himself in a bustling hospital, performing life-saving surgeries and making a tangible difference in people’s lives. The thought filled him with purpose, making every late night and sacrifice worthwhile.
“Just a little more time, Mom. Soon, I’ll be able to help you and Dad with the expenses,” Marcus said, his voice tinged with both determination and gratitude.
He watched as Juliana placed a plate with an egg sandwich in front of him, the warm aroma instantly lifting his spirits. His stomach growled in response, reminding him of how long it had been since his last meal. The gesture, simple yet thoughtful, was another reminder of his mother’s unwavering care. It wasn’t just any sandwich either—it was his favorite. Somehow, she always knew how to provide the exact kind of comfort he needed, even without him asking.
Taking a bite, Marcus couldn’t help but reflect on the sacrifices his parents had made for him to pursue his dreams. Juliana, a branch manager at a well-known bank, balanced her demanding job with an almost effortless ability to support her family in every way.
His father, Mario, was a software engineer at a major telecommunications company, a career that required long hours and mental rigor. Together, their stable professions were the foundation of Marcus’s opportunities—enrolling him in a prestigious university, encouraging his aspirations, and ensuring he had everything he needed to succeed. The thought filled him with both gratitude and a sense of responsibility.
“Once you graduate, go straight to med school,” Juliana said, her tone gentle but firm as she took a seat across from him.
Her words carried both encouragement and an unspoken reminder of the expectations she and Mario had for him. Marcus glanced at her, her face reflecting pride and love. While he knew she and his father had saved enough to cover his education, he still felt a pull to contribute in some way.
He wanted to lessen their burden, to show them that their sacrifices had not been in vain. But for now, he simply nodded, savoring the sandwich and the quiet moment they shared in the kitchen.
“I’ll look for a job first, Mom. I want to teach at the school I’m currently attending while studying in med school,” Marcus replied, his voice firm but calm.He took another bite of the egg sandwich, savoring its comforting taste. His mother’s cooking always had that effect on him, no matter how tired or stressed he was. But as much as he appreciated the warmth of the meal, his mind was already racing ahead to his plans.
Balancing his studies with work had always been a part of his life—he’d done it through college, and he knew he could manage it in med school too. The idea of teaching was particularly appealing; it would not only provide him with some income but also help him stay connected to the academic environment he loved.
Juliana, however, wasn’t convinced. Her expression softened as she leaned back in her chair, the lines of concern creasing her brow despite the smile she wore.
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