Page 150 of Through My Window
Summoning my courage, I take a deep breath.
“I want to study medicine.”
Sepulchral silence. I feel like I’ve been exposed, thrown naked in front of everyone, begging not to be hurt. Artemis begins to laugh.
“Are you kidding me?” he asks. I want to chicken out and say yes, but I can’t do that, not when I’ve come this far.
“No, I’m not kidding,” I say.
My father sets his glass aside.
“Medicine?—”
“I thought we’d been clear about what the family needs, Ares,” my mother cuts in. “Your father needs another manager or head of legal in his companies,” she says.
My father immediately backs her up.
“I told you we’re opening another branch office in a few years. We’re expanding, and I need my children to be part of it. It’s our family legacy.”
“I know,” I say. “Believe me it hasn’t been easy for me to tell you this. I don’t want to be ungrateful. You’ve given me everything, but . . .” I speak with my heart in my mouth. “I really want to be a doctor.”
My mother clicks her tongue.
“Does this have to do with that idea you had as a child of wanting to save your grandpa? Son, he’s always had the best doctors; you don’t have to become one for him.”
Artemis puts his hands on his knees. “Just apply to a legal or business program.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “This isn’t a whim or just because of Grandpa. I really want to be a doctor. I don’t want to study management, let alone law.”
“And you’re just going to put aside your family’s needs? Don’t be ungrateful,” my mother says, crossing her arms.
“I just want to be happy,” I mutter. “I want to study what I want.”
Artemis gives me an incredulous look.
“Even if that means turning your back on your family?”
“I’m not . . .”
“No.” My father interjects. “We’ve all made sacrifices for this family, Ares. Do you think Artemis wanted to study management? No, but he did it for us. We have what we have because we’ve all put aside individual wants for what we need as a family.”
“Really? How happy are you, Artemis?” My older brother gives me a cold look, and I look at my father. “Or are you, Dad? What good is so much money if we can’t do what we want?”
My mother reprimands me. “Don’t be impertinent! Your father has already given you an answer.”
“I’m not going to study management,” I repeat. I can see my father clench his jaw.
“Then you won’t study anything.” His coldness surprises me. “Nothing will come out of my pocket for your schooling if you don’t study what we need. I will not support a son who does not support the good of his family.”
Apolo speaks for the first time.
“Dad . . .”
A lump forms in my throat, but I don’t let tears fall from my eyes. I don’t want to look weaker than I already have.
“Dad, I want to be happy,” I say, not caring that everyone is watching me. “Without your support I can’t make it. Without financial support there is nothing I can do. Medical schools are expensive. Please support me.”
My father’s expression does not waver.
