AFTER A DECADE
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- I gaze down at the crumpled and worn paper on my desk, where I penned these 10 years ago today. I read the words as I gently opened the paper. Dear 25-year-old me, I hope you have found happiness, your mental illness has been cured, and that you now view yourself in a better perspective.
- I hope your childhood friends are still looking out for you, and you have a small family with a loving husband and children. I see you driving going to the hospital to work, placing the coffee your husband made it for you on your desk, and checking the patient’s conditions.
- Honey, you are now the best doctor here in New York you have achieved your goals that was just your goals in the last 10 years and yousaved a lot of people, I think it’s time for you to move on to another goal love, I’m so proud of you my Doctora!
- MY FAMILY
- It has always been your dream to help, serve and treat the people. You will smile down at the big photo frame of you and your husband wedding knowing you have the security and stability you need and always wanted. I hope you are content with your life and that it is everything you have wished for. I hope you are now traveling the world with your husband and taking photos in different cities and countries. The world is so magnificent and wonderful that I hope you stopped trying to figure out what life was all about and simply lived. Stop worrying about the meaning of life when you're 25.
- THE END
- So, now you are near the end of this letter, you may feel pleased, sad, or complete, but know that it's alright if you didn't turn out like this, but that is how you view yourself. I hope you've gone a long way from that depressed girl in the room and that you've been able to overcome adversity throughout your life, Joanna. Maybe I will write again when I’m 35. Best wishes for the future, sincerely, a 15-year-old me. A tear falls across the page. I fold it back up, leaving me with flashbacks of how my life path was back then.
- I hear footsteps enter the room and glance up to see my husband, who was my ideal guy, standing there with the phone and our two children, a girl and a boy. A wide smile spread across his lovely face, signaling me to join them for supper. our two other children race down the stairs and hug me
- Mommy, don't weep.
- I can't believe all of this is happening to me; it turns out I got all I wished for and more. THE END
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