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Tshering Doma Rai

I was 5 years old when I lost my father. Even though given how young I was, I understood one thing: there was no one to carry me on the shoulder, for I would never be able to see my beloved dad again. So I cried a lot, remembering the past. Suddenly, the future of our entire family was changed and turned blank.

If there is someone who suffers the most, it was my mom because there was the pressure of my brother and my education and our careers. At that time, my mother had no job, but she did not give up. Like three fishes without water, my family struggled for a long time.

I want to study more because I want to make my mother proud and show her that I am strong. I want to become a doctor because I always want to help poor, sick, and handcuffed people.

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