The deadline is in a few hours. My heart has been racing every time I remember that I need to decide which draft to submit. I have pushed the responsibility of making the decision for a week, but I now have to choose, realizing that not making a decision will also cost me. 

 

A bit hesitant, I would like to share my experience ever since I came to a new country for my studies. The truth? It has been hard. It has not been as easy as displayed on the pictures I send home or to my friends. Earlier this year, I lost my cucu - my grandmother. My biggest regret? I did not bid her farewell when I left, and have not done so to date. Maybe not until I visit where she was laid to rest when I go home for the holidays. She would always say that she found joy whenever she saw us do well in school. Sure, school has been tough, but I would like to imagine that me fighting for a break-through would make her really proud, and so I am glad I am fighting my way through.

 

I barely share my writing with anyone. Not that I wouldn't want to, but I sometimes think it's not good enough. I am too afraid to receive critiques, but that is not what a good writer does. I dream of publishing my own book someday, and I am now making small steps. Baby steps. Writing makes me feel better. It makes me feel relieved. So here I am, making a submission, because if I don't, I will definitely regret it.