My career and my future stood in front of each other. On one side I had my career, my dream, my responsibility to handle and on the other side, the love of my life. If I choose one, I'd lose the other one and I didn't wish to lose either. It was like my brain and my heart stood against each other. I had to choose between the profession, I had been working all my life for, and the relation which had went through storms and rains. All my happiness had flushed down. All my life when I prepared for the army, I never thought I'd have to leave behind the love of my life.
I stood exactly where Dad had been standing all his life— on the marsh. All my life, I despised the fact that he never gave us enough family time; that he always ran behind his profession and the money. And now I stood on the
