A Red Letter Day
I was sleeping, having very restful dreams when I hear a knocking on my door. I had insomnia last night and slept late so I was still sleeping till 11am. I thought maybe my mother was concerned about my still being asleep – my parents are always paranoid about leaking gas heaters. So I get up to unlock the door (keeping it locked so no one can disturb me, especially my two little nephews) and my mother rushes in and says, “Congratulations! You passed!” Even has she starts to kiss me, my groggy mind still hasn’t taken it in.
“Wha…?” I say.
“You passed! F just called from Peshawar. The result is out and you both passed!” F being my fiancé.
I break into a smile, as my mother ecstatically repeats this simple fact. The weight of the news is too much to let it be after saying it just once. This needs to be shouted from the rooftops. Both my fiancé and I passed with good marks. My parents are very proud of both of us. Two doctors have just been added to this family.
I’ve been calling people and people have been calling me. It’s been a frantic morning. I haven’t showered or anything. I guess I better go and get fixed up. There is much to celebrate!