R O S A L I E
When I turned 18 seven years ago, I was accepted into college to study medicine and surgery.
It had been something I had dreamed of for a long time, and that dream only intensified when my grandmother passed away due to incompetency and carelessness.
My grandmother had been the only person in my family who didn’t treat me like I was a burden. The bond we shared was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and losing her broke me in a way I could never have imagined.
I saw my own future flashing before my eyes, and I knew that I had to do everything in my power to ensure that nobody else suffered the same fate.
I wanted to save lives and make a difference.
I studied hard, passed my exams with flying colors and graduated at the top of my class. My professors urged me to l
