On the morning of my medical entrance exam, I woke up in panic—every alarm had mysteriously been turned off. I rushed to my stepmother, Linda, for help, but she coldly brushed me off, saying I didn’t deserve to be a doctor if I couldn’t wake up. That’s when my little brother, Jason, stepped in and told the truth: he saw her switch off my alarms the night before.
Linda eventually confessed, saying I wasn’t worth the investment. But Jason had already called the police. The officers believed us and rushed me to the exam center, sirens on. Though I arrived late, one kind proctor let me in after hearing what happened. I sat down, took a deep breath, and focused—determined not to let her sabotage define me.
Later, Jason and I told Dad everything. His trust in Linda shattered, and he made it clear she was no longer welcome. Our home finally felt like home again—safe.
That day, I learned how fragile dreams can be—but with love, courage, and a brother like Jason, nothing is impossible.
