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Alice Turner got up from her bed. It was 6:30 a.m. She had to get ready. It was her special day. Everything would have to be perfect.
Alice was only 21. She had a mother named Helen who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. She had an older sister, Lizzie, who was about 28 now. Her sister was her prototype. Always with an A+ in the report card, studied in Law School of Yales. A dream sister and a lovely daughter anyone would have wanted.
Alice tried really hard on her whole life to look like her sister. She studied, studied, studied. She made it to Yales as well, but she studied in Economics, because she thought of it as a more entertaining subject and her mother used to tell to her that it would get her a job for sure.
Last day was her graduation day from Yales. She was invited to a party, but she could not attend it. Today was her special day you see. The day of her job interview. She would success, she knew. Everything will be perfect, that’s what she kept telling herself. She had loved this company ever since her mother talked to her about it.
‘I’m really proud of you honey,’ her mother said when she got down for breakfast. ‘This suit looks perfect on you. Everything is going to be perfect. Everything. You will do it. And every extra hour, every extra night in this hospital would not have been wasted in vain.’
Alice knew she couldn’t disappoint her mother. She sacrificed everything for her and her sister. She would make her proud. She would make her smile.
She got the train and went to the centre of thw town. It was full of people in suits, with briefcases and cell phones. She would be like them too, one day. Maybe tomorrow she would be like them too. Maybe that would make her mother even more proud of her. And that way she would be more like Lizzie.
She step into the building in which her job interview was held. She was maybe one of the hundreds who wanted this place, the economic advisor. But she would get it. She had to make mother proud.
They called her name. She went to the office of the CEO of the company. She was a lady in a blue suit, with greyish hair and glasses.
‘So Miss Turner, you have an impressive biography here. Hundreds and hundreds of young people want this position. Your skills seem to fit our expectations, but why should we choose you? What makes you different? Tell us, who really is Alice Turner?’ the CEO said.
‘I…well I am… I…’
Alice was stunned. Years of studying and now that? What kind of question was that? It was never mentioned in any kind of book or handbook or anything!
‘I am sorry for wasting your time,’ she said and escaped from there.
She walked in the streets. Lost. Why did this happen? Was she not prepared enough?
And this question kept troubling her mind. Who was she? She was Alice Turner. Yeah. She was Alice Turner. But who was she? What kind of music did she like? Did she even like music? Her mother always used to tell that music would not help her concentrate in studying. And what about books? She never read any of them, only the ones she had to read. She didn’t even had a taste in clothes. Who was she? Was she Alice Turner? Or was she just an automaton that just kept reading to keep her mother in peace?
She was nothing. She was just a failure of her mother’s dream that never came to life. Without making her dreams true, she had to make her kids do it for her.
And now Alice Turner had nothing but a name, a surname and her genetics to identify her.
She sighed. Now it was time to find out who Alice Turner really is.
Alice Turner got up from her bed. It was 6:30 a.m. She had to get ready. It was her special day. Everything would have to be perfect.Alice was only 21. She had a mother named Helen who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. She had an older sister, Lizzie, who was about 28 now. Her sister was her prototype. Always with an A+ in the report card, studied in Law School of Yales. A dream sister and a lovely daughter anyone would have wanted.
Alice tried really hard on her whole life to look like her sister. She studied, studied, studied. She made it to Yales as well, but she studied in Economics, because she thought of it as a more entertaining subject and her mother used to tell to her that it would get her a job for sure.
Last day was her graduation day from Yales. She was invited to a party, but she could not attend it. Today was her special day you see. The day of her job interview. She would success, she knew. Everything will be perfect, that’s what she kept telling herself. She had loved this company ever since her mother talked to her about it.
‘I’m really proud of you honey,’ her mother said when she got down for breakfast. ‘This suit looks perfect on you. Everything is going to be perfect. Everything. You will do it. And every extra hour, every extra night in this hospital would not have been wasted in vain.’
Alice knew she couldn’t disappoint her mother. She sacrificed everything for her and her sister. She would make her proud. She would make her smile.
She got the train and went to the centre of thw town. It was full of people in suits, with briefcases and cell phones. She would be like them too, one day. Maybe tomorrow she would be like them too. Maybe that would make her mother even more proud of her. And that way she would be more like Lizzie.
She step into the building in which her job interview was held. She was maybe one of the hundreds who wanted this place, the economic advisor. But she would get it. She had to make mother proud.
They called her name. She went to the office of the CEO of the company. She was a lady in a blue suit, with greyish hair and glasses.
‘So Miss Turner, you have an impressive biography here. Hundreds and hundreds of young people want this position. Your skills seem to fit our expectations, but why should we choose you? What makes you different? Tell us, who really is Alice Turner?’ the CEO said.
‘I…well I am… I…’
Alice was stunned. Years of studying and now that? What kind of question was that? It was never mentioned in any kind of book or handbook or anything!
‘I am sorry for wasting your time,’ she said and escaped from there.
She walked in the streets. Lost. Why did this happen? Was she not prepared enough?
And this question kept troubling her mind. Who was she? She was Alice Turner. Yeah. She was Alice Turner. But who was she? What kind of music did she like? Did she even like music? Her mother always used to tell that music would not help her concentrate in studying. And what about books? She never read any of them, only the ones she had to read. She didn’t even had a taste in clothes. Who was she? Was she Alice Turner? Or was she just an automaton that just kept reading to keep her mother in peace?
She was nothing. She was just a failure of her mother’s dream that never came to life. Without making her dreams true, she had to make her kids do it for her.
And now Alice Turner had nothing but a name, a surname and her genetics to identify her.
She sighed. Now it was time to find out who Alice Turner really is.
