Every man would one day think of raising a family of his own. Most of these men would prefer to have sons to carry on their names for them. I’m not one of those. I consider myself to be in a group of a select few men who would rather have daughters as their firstborn. Like these men, I have a dream of seeing her grow up. I’d like to take her down to the beach as we walk together hand in hand as her mother watches us happily as she sits down on a chair in the sand reading a carefree book. I’d like to have a pet dog, maybe a Golden Retriever or a German Shepherd following us, running around and momentarily stopping to look back at us as if telling us to hurry. Such a life is one of the dreams that I have. And one day when I grow old and she turns into a beautiful princess, I’d like to walk her down that isle as I give her away to the man she loves.
My dream is far-fetched as some would say. Considering my situation right now, many see this as an impossibility. But that’s what dreams are for right? Making the impossible possible. All this time I’ve still felt that things may be possible but while I do, my chance slips away from me inch by inch, little by little. I’ve finally understood what those “where do you see yourself 5 years from now” questions truly mean.



