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Living in the shadow, walking in the footsteps

I am the second born, this means that I had someone to look up to. My big brother has not always been very close to me, namely when we were young. I was closest to my little sister because there was only 2 years gap between us. To my big brother, I felt like the clumsy annoying little sister. We would run through the house screaming when he was doing homework, and we imitated everything he did.
We all wanted to be medical doctors, my brother would be a surgeon, me an ophthalmologist, my sister a pediatrics. We would create a hospital with my two cousins a nurse and lab worker, then our mother would be the manager and our father the CEO.It was the perfect plan.
Then I realised that being a doctor meant working with troubled people all the time, and I did not want any of that. So I dropped my dream to be in any medical field, but I had no other dreams to take on. So I went in the grey area of indecision.
My brother on the other side kindled his love for med school. He took physics, Chemistry and Biology in his highschool and graduated with a perfect score in Biology and Chemistry. He applied to different universities in the country and outside. Unfortunately, none of the schools offered him medicine as a major. He refused to give up his dreams, and he decided to go to a private university.
His passion was inspiring, but I had none of that. Luckily, my academics were perfect and I could do anything I wanted. But this proved to be another problem. I had so many choices to chose from that I was overwhelmed. I took Physics, Chemistry and Math because I loved the subjects the most, and they could enable me to take any carrier I wanted.
Three years down the road, I now have found the perfect major- mechanical engineering. It does not involve any troubled people, and can still enable me to give back to the community. I have started working on engineering projects, mainly agriculture based. Recently, I made a seed planter. A device that can help farmers maximize their yields while minimizing their inputs, and still saving their time.
Next is my little sister. She is still trying to find her road. But her paths are overshadowed by our achievements. she took the same classes like I did, maybe because we had the same tastes or because she had no other choice. Right now, she knows she prefers economics to chemistry, but our education system can not allow her to change majors while she has started studying. Sometimes people ask her why she can't be just like her sister- me. They don't realise that they​ should let her write her own book, create her own pathways.
I know that when I was still undecided, my parents were worried about me, just like they are worried about her. I simply hope that she will find an environment that will let her dream. One that will not restrict her to just a few things. Just as I found my path, one that is different from my brother's, I hope she will find hers

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  1. Hello from the future, Nibwo nasoma iyi blog yawe...nari mfite amatsiko menshi nkibona title yayo, that made me have an idea...why not write a second part of it about how things turned out to be and keep updating it as years go by. Because from my abvious experience, life always got many surprises for us on the way, we’re perpetual travellers trying to find the right path to somethjng meaningful and worth living. Its all about living a fullfilled life and finding purpose in what we love doing. Keep it up little sister, its strangely amazing to have landed here , I like it ;)

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