It's not fair.
My dad always told me that science is the most important thing. How's a teenager? I didn't want to listen to him. I got pregnant early and had a baby.
I'm not like most women.
I worked in a grinding shop and in a car repair shop. I always wanted to be a truck driver, but because of my son, I gave up my dream. At my dad's persuasion, after a few years I returned to adult high school. He was happy and proud. Soon after that, it turned out that Dad has metastatic cancer.
I've been with him every time I see him and do chemo, give him injections. Dad said that as long as he's alive, he'd want me to get a bus license, get a little closer to my dreams and do what I like. To make me a driver.
I signed up for a course. I even took him for a ride so he could see how I was doing and ride with me. He was cracking with pride. Two weeks before the exam, Dad suddenly died.
I passed the second semester with only Fridays, the exam for the first time, but I can't enjoy it because it's gone.
He won't see my Fridays anymore, nor will he ride with me in the driver's cab in his new job.
And instead of helping him, as always, to wash the windows, I'm now cleaning his graveyard monument.