"I won't force you if you don't really want it. It's okay. But still, let me help you. I know you're planning to run for the presidency in your student's govt. How will you handle things if you're working?" Bree made the point, and I still don't know how to deal with it, and if I would still want to pursue that dream or not.
"Maybe, I should stop dreaming of achieving that position anymore." My shoulders fall, thinking about it, with my deepest sigh. I narrate to Bree how my parents think about it. "It's one of the goals my dad and mom share with me. They have that ambition for me to serve people. They said my sensitivity and enthusiasm to serve is a gift to this world."
"Then, if that's so, you have to do it. If you don't want me to help you, then why don't you help us? Why don't you just let Bella live here, and I will pay for the rent? Anyway, I'm not always here, and the boat usually travels by night. And if ever I'm out of duty, I'm fine sleeping at the couch."
