I think I have finally succeeded to convince my mother that I am a bit out of my mind.
We were having the everlasting discussion: what job would you like to have?
What’s the point in thinking about it yet? I’m not sure. Of course, if I say I want to be a writer, my dad and mom start laughing.
One option is English teacher… But… Meh.
Then I’d like to be an architect. But again, I think it’s hard to find a job you love afterwards.
Absolutely no to journalism, from both of my parents. And i am left with the family travel agency. The third option.
But I’m not sure, because I shouldn’t have to chose now. There’s still plenty of time, right?
So, yesterday, faced with the classic question I told my mom my secret plan. I will become a princess. It’s very simple. I will marry Harry ( I mean, he is adorable ) and become princess or some kind of Dutchess. And Kate will be my best friend. Doesn’t it sound perfect? I blabbed about this for about 20 minutes, and finally my parents dropped the question. Instead they smiled at me, comforting. I am not crazy. I swear. My plan is very logical and easy to do.
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