The Pain of the Original Family

The offer was in the corner.

To live a better life, I, who only had a high school education, put in ten thousand times more effort than my peers.

When I worked my way up to the CEO of a listed company, I was surprised to learn that my SAT score was the first in the county.

The reason why I didn't receive the offer from Harvard was because my family hid it.

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I found the offer letter from twenty years ago when I was packing my things.

It was the afternoon of the first day of Christmas, and relatives were coming to visit us to celebrate Christmas.

Early in the morning, my mother yelled at me to tidy up the house.

"Tracy, tidy up the house and look for those old photos. Be quiet, Bruce played cards until dawn last night. Don't wake him up."

I went to tidy up the house without hesitation.

Of course, I knew that my younger brother Bruce played cards until dawn last night because I played cards with him

But I was used to my mother spoiling him for so many years.

I went into the study. I remember that the old photos were in the partition of the study.

But I couldn't find them today.

"Mom, in which part of the study are the old photographs? I've been searching for a long time and still can't find them."

When my mother heard that I was in the study, she ran here from the kitchen in a flash.

“What are you doing in the study?”

Mother was particularly impatient.

“Hey, I'm always away from home. Why are you so impatient when I can't find things?”

I replied to my mother's words as I sorted out things in the study cabinet.

Suddenly, a red file fell out of a folder and landed on the back of my foot.

I was about to bend down to pick it up when I vaguely saw a few big golden letters on the file.

"Offer of Admission to Harvard University."

I froze for a moment. The offer was obviously from many years ago.

The golden letters had been covered with traces of time.

I suddenly felt the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling.

I didn't remember how I opened the file, but it clearly read, [Tracy Blake, we are pleased to offer you admission to the marketing major of Harvard University. If you wish to accept this offer, please confirm online.]

Suddenly, I couldn't read the words clearly on the back.

I turned around and saw my mother outside the study, staring at me and the file in my hand.

I finally understood why she was so anxious when she heard me rummaging through things in the study just now.

And suddenly I remembered what she had just told me about not waking up my younger brother.

I thought of what I had suffered during the three years of high school for the SAT and the disappointment when I didn’t receive any offer even though I thought I did well in the SAT.

All the grievances rushed up in an instant.

“Mom, why? I almost died back then. Didn't you say I didn't get in? What is this?”