MasukAfter the SAT, the five of us childhood friends got together and played a game to test how well we knew each other. In the first round, my best friend, Millie Thyme, asked, “If one of us was stranded in the countryside in the middle of the night, who would you rescue first?” The three boys, all of whom others had teased to be my future husbands since we were kids, wrote her name without hesitation. Someone joked that they had read each other’s minds. Millie’s face turned red as she explained, “Maybe because I’m the biggest scaredy-cat. Hailey is so capable. She wouldn’t need anyone to rescue her.” They all nodded in agreement. However, they had forgotten that when I was stranded in the mountains at 16, they were the ones who braved a torrential downpour to find me, then fought over who would carry me down the mountain. Back then, they told me, “No matter what happens, we’ll always choose you first.” In the second round, it was my turn to ask a question. I looked at them and smiled as I read the card aloud, “If only four of the five of us could go to college together, who would you leave behind?” The room instantly went quiet. Millie bit her lip and was the first to flip over her answer board. Her own name was written on it. However, when the other three boards were revealed, every single one had my name on it. Marcus Hayes, the one who had always cared about me the most, said first, “It’s just a game. You won't actually take this seriously, will you?” Ryan quickly chimed in, “Millie isn’t in the best of health. She can’t handle going to some unfamiliar city by herself.” Julian gently ruffled my hair, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re applying to a college here anyway, so you'd be coming home every day anyway. It’s not like we’d actually be leaving you behind.” I stared at the four answer boards and suddenly smiled. What they did not know was that I never even applied to the local college they thought I would be attending…
Lihat lebih banyakWhen I was 26, the deep-space observation project I had been working on was officially published.After the press conference, a reporter asked me why I had chosen astrophysics. I looked at the nebula images behind me and thought of that stormy night when I was 16.I had not gone up that mountain to prove a point or throw a tantrum. I had simply heard there was going to be a rare meteor shower.Then the rain came down harder than expected, and I ended up stranded at an abandoned observation deck.When the three boys found me, they were soaked to the skin.Marcus carried me down the mountain, Ryan held an umbrella over me, and Julian kept my hand in his. He promised over and over that, from then on, I would always be their first choice.When I was young, I believed those words would last longer than the stars themselves. Only later did I learn that even stars burned out and promises could change too.“It’s because I love looking up at the sky.” I smiled at the reporter. “The u
In my junior year of college, I was selected for a two-year overseas joint training research program. Before I left, my mother came to campus alone to see me for the first time.Three years had passed since I had last seen her. She looked older, with a few strands of silver at her temples. She did not ask me to come home. She did not mention Millie or the three boys either.She simply followed me around the lab as I showed her the equipment and explained my research.When we reached the honors wall, she spotted my photo immediately. In it, I was standing in the middle of my team, holding a competition trophy.My mother stared at it for a long time. “When you were little, you always liked standing in the middle whenever you won something.”I did not expect her to remember. She asked, “Why did you stop?”“I had to make room for someone else.”Her eyes instantly reddened.That night, she helped me pack. She checked everything over and over again, from my clothes to my pass
Before winter break, the research project I was involved in reached a major milestone. My professor listed my name on the report and even recommended me for next year’s undergraduate research program.When the news was shared in the family group chat, my mother sent a string of congratulatory emojis. Even my father called, telling me that he wanted to throw me a celebration dinner.After my parents' divorce, he quickly started a new family. Over the years, he occasionally sent me living expenses but rarely asked about my life.Now that he knew I had been accepted into a prestigious research program, he suddenly remembered me, the daughter he could finally be proud of.I declined the celebration and did not go home for New Year’s.My mother asked if I was still mad at her. I told her the college's winter observation project was short-staffed.It was not an excuse, but compared to returning to that house filled with old memories, I would rather stay in the cold, quiet observato
A month into college, I joined the astronomy club. During our first field observation, the professor assigned me to handle the records.I photographed the Orion Nebula, then organized all the data into spreadsheets. By the time we wrapped up, it was past midnight. The club president, Gavin Cole, handed me a cup of hot water.“You’re really good at this. Have you done it before?”“I used to be the one who planned everything for others.”He looked puzzled. “For others?”I smiled but did not explain. For the first time, the skills everyone back home had taken for granted were being recognized as my strengths. I could take photos, edit videos, plan routes, and remember everyone’s needs.Around Millie, those skills had simply been tools that made it easier for everyone to take care of her. Here, they were admirable traits of mine. After the observation, I received a package from my mother. It was stuffed with clothes, snacks, supplements, and a thick letter. She said she had
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