Don't kill my dreams, please..
Life is confusing and cruel. Ever since I was in primary school, I always had a dream to begin with. Although it changed like every year, at least I have one stable thing about life. Strangely enough, no matter what it was, I always put my parents first. When I was in middle school, I started to like English as my second language along with so many English songs. And then I started to dream about going abroad, be it for working or studying or even just travelling. That dream grew bigger when I was in high school. I remember reading English novels and watching so many movies with English subtitle just because I wanted to expand my vocabularies. I would pause a movie when I didn't understand a word to search it up on the dictionary. I also started writing short stories in English. It wasn't because I had to do it, nobody asked me to do such a thing. I was willingly to do that because I enjoyed it (and Allah knows I still do). Back then, I was so happy about that drea...