This is my personal statement.
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Whoever says "You never miss your water till your well runs dry" is a loser.
I did be a loser. I just realized my having been in the real happiness when dad, my idol during last 15 years of intelligence, fortitude and sacrifice, in order to run after his new love glacial pushed my joyful family into the being hardly noisier than a funeral parlor with emotionless staggering shadows. His abandonment of his once-beloved wife and three children not only hurt them inside but also teach the children from the early years of age, what does it really mean to a child born from an once considered infamies family in Vietnamese traditional society: they understood profoundly pity and contempt.
The time when the wind and waves of this small family storm swept away its happiest days is also the time I nearly confronted imminent secondary graduation exam and high school entrance one. I knew that I would not DO the exams, but I have to FIGTH them with all of my effort, simply because I was always one of the top students in my class, and more importantly, because I was all of mom's pride and expectation. However, the inferiority complex about special family situation locked me in a dumb shell where I found myself shrinking into my familiar corner to abortively dispel the breaking glass's sound bitterly echoing from mom's room. It was harder at the end of the day since I was surrounded by such nightmares of being separated from my beloved that I could not remember how many times I suddenly woke up at midnight and started to cry. Silently the sound arrived the throat yet was stuck in the nasal cavity, suffocating my breath while the tears were running on cursively on my cheekbones. I tried to caress myself that these tears would bring out the entire ghastly obsession, and then left me even part of a peaceful night.
I knew that no one would reproach me if I, an immature 15 year-old girl eventually, like many people in the same case, gave up everything to run after the pacification of psyche. But where would I have been eventually but the abysmal chaos where once again I could regurgitate the loss of my only remained treasure? No, I don't want to be a loser any more. Whenever coming back home, seeing mom's emaciated figure and my brothers' unusual sluggishness, I knew that there was nobody but me having to restore and invigorate this family. Stepping from the used to be carefree life, I bent my feet into a very new role, to be a mental backbone for my family: a firm shoulder for Mom to lean on, a patient guider for my brothers and everything I could to fulfill the hole Dad left.
When days faded and everybody fell into sleep, I persistently struggled with restlessness under my blue kitty lamp to finish the homework, do extra puzzles preparing for the imminent exams which day by day squeezed out my power. Maybe I could not live with my initiate interests but the indelibly engraved image of Mom's joyfully alight smile and my brothers' happily admiring eyes in the day I got the accepted letter of Hanoi Amsterdam High school for the Gifted has excelled all tiny selfishness. Looking back of the seemingly passed crisis, I do not have the feeling of experiencing a severe tragedy but the mercy that I was tempered by life's bitter challenges. If I hadn't fallen into that situation yet lived happily and care freely in my parents' careful protection, I could have not reached this mature status. Success is sweet but failure has its uniquely precious lessons from which I learnt to appreciate the things I have a pleasure to possess, learnt to stand tall after hurts.
Now, with the support and encouragement of family and friends around, I confidently put my legs on a new voyage no matter how risky it is because that is exactly my life-long dream, more important, the passion I've been ready to please. I'm GOING on as I know that "He who is afraid of hurting his own leg dares not to move on, but if so he stops, his legs are worthless.".
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