I wanted to be a singer.
There was no great reasons for it.
I just liked to listen to songs, and just mistook that for having a talent at singing.
Yes, I was delusional.
The bitter truth was, I had no talent for singing.
However, when I was young, I sang quite well. When I sang at the school festivals, people praised me, and sometimes I even got awards, which created the delusion in me that I was good at singing.
But what I possessed was a normal talent. A level that can be attained by anyone who attends a singing class for 1 week.
Nevertheless, I did not give up on my dream of becoming a singer.
No, the truth is, I couldn’t. Up until now, all the things I did were to become a singer, so I thought that if I gave up on my dream now, then there would be nothing left for me.
So I went on with my singing debut and even released an album, an album which got buried without a sound.
Still, my challenge to become a singer did not stop. I continued to dream.
Even if I didn’t have any money for living expenses, I continued my dream by borrowing money from my mother and younger sister.
I borrowed money from them saying that I would repay them ten times when I succeeded as a singer.
My mother and younger sister never complained and gave me money whenever I needed.
I knew that the money they gave me was the one saved for my sister’s tuition. But still I couldn’t stop borrowing because I couldn’t give up my dream.
I already knew that I was sucking the blood of my family, but I couldn’t stop because I wanted to continue my dream.
Then one day, my mother died.
The reason was stress due to overwork.
I didn’t know what to do. I believed that, all that’s left for me now was my dream and my sister.
I foolishly cringed to the dream even more.
Even though I already knew that I couldn’t succeed, I couldn’t admit
it.
I sincerely thought that one day I would be successful, and I would be able repay my younger sister who worked hard for me to become successful.
It was none other the very younger sister who reminded me of the reality.
My sister, who always used to smile and supported me, shed tears in front of me for the first time.
she could have beaten me, cursed me, but she didn’t do anything.
She just whispered quietly, with tears in her eyes.
“…… …… I also had a dream.”
With that one word, my younger sister disappeared.
After that, my sister never appeared in front of me.
I lost everything.
My life was a total crap.
Sucking up the blood of my family, till the end.
I was selfish. As a result, I lost everything precious to me.
My dream ruined my mothers life, my sisters life and mine.
I lived with regret every day.
If I was given one more chance, I would never live for me, but for the happiness of my mother and sister.
I would never let them face any difficulties.
I would never………
I would…
Opened my eyes………..and in front of me………..MOTHER.
“Son, isn’t it a bit too much to sleep all day, just because it’s your vacation?”