I remember like it was yesterday.
I had received the long-awaited acceptance letter from the University of Aramon. Though it's embarrassing to admit, I remember jumping all around the house that day out of excitement. All those hours of constant studies had paid off.
The letter demanded me to select my major as soon as possible and answer to them. I stopped jumping and looked behind.
My brother, Jacob, he was jumping with a smile brighter than mine, even though he had no clue what just transpired. My happiness is all the reason he needed to be happy.
I knew the exact major I was going to choose.
Five years passed. I graduate Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Psychiatry. Many of my professors and peers called me the next coming of Sir Benjamin Conners.
But I knew better… I knew how under-qualified I was to even be close to his level. Else, I would have healed my brother already.
