Finally, everything was done. I waited at the hospital entrance with my bag in hand from morning to sunset.
I never saw him, nor received another call.
When I finally left by taxi, Lily updated a picture of Chandler's back as he mopped floors,
The caption read: "A good senior who is suitable for home and family!"
The other shoe dropped.
No anger or disappointment, just faint relief at the expected.
Lily was right, I would always be second to her.
At home, everything was as I'd left it before our May Day trip.
Chandler hadn't been back all week.
I cleared out the guest room and collapsed, exhausted.
Ten hours after he promised to pick me up, still no word.
Then my business mentor sent a message.
"Are you sure you don't want to participate in this project? Although it requires staying in the desert for five years, it's a national scientific research project. It's the opportunity you dreamed of when you were in school!"
Since I was a child, I had dreamed of exploring the stars and the sea, so I chose aerospace as my major in college.
I thought that after graduation, I would pursue a career in scientific research and realize my childhood dream.