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🫢thank you for everything
I'm sitting in my car in the parking lot outside the dental clinic where I work and I've been crying for ten minutes straight 😭 Eyes swollen, glasses fogged up, mascara everywhere — I honestly don't care. I just hung up after a phone call that changed my life and I need to tell someone before I lose my mind. My name is Laura Martin. I'm 23. I work as a receptionist at a dental clinic in Mississauga. Not the dentist, not the hygienist — I'm the girl behind the front desk who books your appointments and smiles even when everything inside is falling apart. I've always dreamed of becoming an interior designer. Back in high school I used to redesign every room in our apartment, rearranged my mom's furniture while she was at work, and by 16 I was already making moodboards for my friends. It was my thing — I felt it in my bones. After graduation I found the perfect program abroad. Exactly what I wanted — internships at real design studios, a degree that opens doors worldwide. The cost: about $30,000 CAD in tuition per year, plus housing, flights, and everything else. Total for the first year: close to $40,000. My parents are regular people. Dad drives a delivery truck, mom does bookkeeping for a small company. We're not poor — we never went hungry, we always had everything we needed. They'd even managed to put some money aside — about $10,000 in savings. But $40,000 is a completely different ballgame. One evening my dad sat down with me at the kitchen table. Mom was standing by the stove. He looked at me and said: "Sweetheart, your mom and I went through every option. Loans, payment plans, everything. We can't make it work. We want to so badly, but we just can't." And I saw him look away so I wouldn't see his eyes. Mom had her back to us and was quiet, but I could see her shoulders shaking. I said: "It's okay, Dad. Don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." But all three of us knew — that $30,000 gap wasn't going to close itself. I got the receptionist job.
