I walked into the interview for my dream job, certain it would be the start of something great. But when I saw who was leading it, my stomach turned. The last person I ever wanted to see again was sitting across from me, turning my dream into a waking nightmare.
Didn’t everyone have a dream job when they were kids? I dreamed of becoming an architect, just like my dad. Only my childhood dream job turned into a dream job in adulthood.
Ever since I was little, my dad taught me how to draw, always giving me advice, then supporting me when I entered university and throughout my studies. But just a few months before my graduation, my dad passed away.
And with him, a part of me went too. He never got to see me walk down the path of my dream, never saw me become an architect. But I kept going, for him.
I even had to move back to my hometown, the town I grew up in, a place I hadn’t been to in nearly seven years because it brought too many painful memories.
I had to move back in order to get a job at the company I’d dreamed of working at since I was a child.
I rented an apartment not far from the company’s office and just hoped they would hire me as I unpacked my things.
I was almost certain I had the job because I had worked hard my entire life preparing for this moment.
To work at the place where my dad once worked. I pulled out a framed photo of me with my dad from one of the boxes and placed it on a shelf.
By morning, I had to go for the interview, and it would’ve been nice to get some sleep, but with all the nerves, I couldn’t make myself lie down in bed, so I kept unpacking.
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