Her words stung, but I couldn’t let them deter me. Determined to get to my exam on time, I turned toward the door, ready to run if necessary. Just then, I heard my little brother Jason’s voice, steady but nervous. “I know what happened,” he said softly. “I saw her last night. Linda turned off your alarms.”
Linda’s expression hardened as Jason explained how she had sneaked into my room and disabled my alarms. Caught in her deceit, she crossed her arms and sneered, “You wouldn’t have made it anyway. Becoming a doctor is a waste of time and money.”
I was appalled by her cruelty, but Jason had one more surprise. “I called for help,” he said, gripping my hand tightly as sirens echoed in the distance. Moments later, two police officers arrived, and Jason bravely recounted everything. Recognizing the urgency, the officers offered me a ride. With Jason cheering me on, I sped through the city in a squad car, arriving at the college just in time.
At the exam hall, the proctors allowed me to take the test. As I settled into my seat, I felt my mother’s memory urging me on. Hours later, I emerged from the exam room, exhausted but relieved. Jason was waiting for me at home, beaming with pride. Together, we shared the story with our dad, who listened in silence before asking Linda to leave our home.
Jason had not only saved my chance to take the exam but had also exposed Linda’s betrayal. His love and courage made my dreams possible, and I knew my mother would have been incredibly proud of him.