Signing The Grades Card

We are definitely a family of three. My mom, pa and me. I’m sixteen years old and shortly would be going for higher studies. My dad and mother both are doctors and the future vision they have for me is one with a white coat on. However, they look different in my eyes. This is the story of what fake bags did to me.

It is not that I abhor the white color but I usually had fun with the other colors. Yes, I always needed to be a fashion designer. I adore colors and I like to play around and express utilizing the same. What best could be apart from taking up a fashion coming up with course and earn from what I love to do. But, my oldsters had a different plan of action for me. If I glance at the situation I shall not hold them wrong from where there are standing and investigating the situation. They have worked extraordinarily hard thru out their life for building this Nursing Home that they have today. They started from nothing for this nursing home compromising on their temptations and now they need that I should be on the same lines, so that what they have built from their blood & sweat should be brought to better heights by me.

I on the other hand have no real interest in medical science. In fact I will not even understand the particular functionality of human digestion forget being a doctor, wearing that white coat. I remember being a kid there were these regulars that we had to clear. My dad was really fussy about my studies. And I on the other had would win art competition and craft workshops but would fail to get the bare minimum in science especially. Hence, when ever I might have the report card reflecting the result of the periodicals I might sneak it some where that can’t be reached by my folks. Therefore, the teachers were instructed at the faculty by my parents to look for the signatures before the teacher accepts my report card.

This caught me off guard. As in case I shall show the report card to my pop he would ground me for a fortnight and if I wouldn’t get it signed then the teacher wouldn’t accept the same and my oldsters would ultimately be summoned. I was actually trapped. While thinking about a way out I was surfing the television channels there had been this commercial about fake bags that saved my life. I faked my dad’s signatures and saved my life. When my pa got to know about this I was grounded for eight months. It was hisorrible.

Though, this isn’t some thing that I’m happy with, neither would I recommend the same, but at times you have to have your way out. I could not be a doctor, neither could I be a fashion designer I design handbags for Chanel and whenever I see an advert, a label or a board that reads fake bags reminds me of faking my dads signatures and being grounded for eight months straight.