my dream job

I was seven years old, when I knew what I want to do.
Its easy to dream big when you are young, everyone encourages you to dream big as you can but as you grow old
dreams turns to dust
and you start to see reality , losing the illusion you ance had.your dream turns to another phase you get over yesterday but I'm one of the lucky one's. My dream never changed, I always wanted to help those whom are less fortunate and fight for justice. Through my early teen's I searched for a job that allows me to fulfill my dream, not knowing I had all the answer right in front of me, the answer to all my dreams and hope.the answer is human right lawyer

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