My sister always said that I’m the smartest in the family. I read every book that I can get my hands on, learned so many languages it seems like the world is open for me, I studied so hard not because I had to but because I truly enjoyed. There were days that I forget the time and the place of where I was just because I’m pouring over the pages of a textbook or a research paper.
Back in my old country, my path was already paved with scholarships and grants. I didn’t have to pay anything, but they were even giving me an allowance to stay and study in their university. Life happens though and no one can stop that.
It might sound like I feel bitter or robbed but I don’t. I loved studying but I love the kids more than that. Just because I’m in a new country doesn’t mean that I can’t do all
