They Made Me

All those years back when I had nothing in head, no clues, no options. My father often pushed me to somewhere I think I never belong to, pushing me in medicine for sure.

After all those desperate efforts and inevitable failures he never gave up on me when I did on myself because he knew me better than I know myself. All his scolding, beating did nothing but sculpted me to what I'm now and always will be. His every word makes a lot more sense to me now.