A dream come true

The beginning At a very young age, I was forced to say goodbye to the place I was born in, the place where I attended my first years of school, and move with my mother to the country where my father lived. My father used to visit me and my mother every two years or so and stay for a month or two and leave, so it was my first time to live in the same house with a father and a mother. I started going to school in a country where the language was strange to my ears. Lucky for me, teaching was done in English. Not so long later that year, my little and only brother was born. I was very eager to return home from school everyday just to see him and enjoy the company of this little creature with tiny body parts. He was probably the first friend I made in this new place. It took me a while to adjust and fit in at school. My father was a bit strict when it comes to education and studies, therefore, he made sure that I didn’t settle for anything less than the first rank holder. It was a bit stre...