That night, I set my alarms to ensure I wouldn’t oversleep for my college entrance exam—the first step toward my dream of becoming an oncologist, a tribute to my late mom. In the morning, I woke up peacefully, only to find my alarms mysteriously turned off. Panicked, I rushed downstairs and begged my stepmom, Linda, to drive me. Her cold response? “Maybe this is a sign you’re not cut out for med school.”
Then my little brother, Jason, revealed the shocking truth: Linda had sabotaged me, believing my dad’s money was better spent on her business plans. Just as despair set in, police arrived—Jason had called them for help. They drove me to the exam center just in time, and a kind proctor allowed me to take the test.
Later, my dad learned of Linda’s betrayal. Furious, he told her to leave. Jason, my little hero, had saved my future.
