"Dreaming is not my thing," I said.

"Why?"

I looked at my friend, she told me about her dreams and her goals in life. I checked myself, I can't feel anything or am I ignoring my true feelings?

"It's not for me."

As I walked away from her after bidding my goodbye. I saw myself going to the place I called home. My mother welcomed me, with a smile in her face.

"Did you pass the examination? Don't disappoint me. You need to be a doctor, you're lucky that I'm giving you a chance to be one. If I didn't get pregnant early..."

Am I the one to blame? Why am I the one that should suffer? I don't want to be a doctor, I looked at my dad's picture in a stage. He likes acting as I was. Why am I living my mom's deferred dreams? Why can't I live with my own?

I shook my head and sighed. I have shown her the results. Screams of happiness and sermons followed, why can't I feel the same?

If I was in a dream, wake me up.