The house is quiet and peaceful, and life is wonderful.
Last night, my Grandad came over; it was so nice to finally see him again. I love sitting and listening to him talk about anything related to the medical field. (We're the only family I know that sits around discussing gruesome things right before, after, or even during a meal.) I take in what he says, and I try to absorb, and I tell myself that I'm going to be like him one day -- I'll be able to talk openly and plainly about squirm-inducing surgical procedures, I'll mentally scoop up symptoms and come up with a probable diagnosis, I'll use those weird acronyms that none but doctors are familiar with.
I will be a doctor when I grow up, and I can't wait.