De grand-père, mes parents ont dépensé tout mon argent pour l’université, mais le karma les a corrigés.
Quand j’avais quinze ans, mon grand-père est mort subitement. Avant de partir, une dernière promesse qu’il m’a faite m’a donné de l’espoir. Il m’a promis de me donner toute sa fortune, couvrant ainsi mes frais de scolarité et me permettant de suivre mes aspirations.
This money was kept in my parents’ account until I turned eighteen. But as the years passed, my pessimism took front stage. My parents steered me away with other activities and made bogus promises, avoiding addressing my inquiries about my grandfather’s legacy.
Their refusal to discuss the problem only made me more nervous and disturbed. With every day that passed, ebbing away from me like grains of sand, the notion of attending college and pursuing my passion of flying felt further and more distant.
When I finally reached 19, I was eager and full of expectation for the next chapter of my life; nevertheless, a startling insight shattered my hopes to pieces. Entering my account, I excitedly expected the financial stability that would allow me to pursue my college education.
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