Ever since I was little, I dreamed of being a doctor. After losing my mom to cancer, my resolve grew even stronger; I wanted to help people like her and fight the disease that took her.

Finally, today was the day of my medical entrance exam. I’d prepared for years, setting multiple alarms the night before to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. But when I woke, it was already 9:55 a.m.—my exam started at 10:00. Panic-stricken, I realized all my alarms had somehow been turned off.

Frantic, I rushed to my stepmom Linda, begging for a ride, but she shrugged, saying I was obviously unprepared if I couldn’t wake up on time. That’s when my little brother, Jason, stepped forward and revealed that he’d seen Linda turn off my alarms in the middle of the night.

I was devastated but knew I had to act fast. Jason had secretly called the police, and they arrived just as Linda was denying everything. The officers offered me a ride, escorting me to the exam center just in time. Thanks to Jason and the officers, I sat for my exam.

When I returned home, Jason explained everything to our dad. Furious, he confronted Linda, who admitted she’d sabotaged my exam because she didn’t believe I’d make a good doctor. My dad, heartbroken and outraged, asked her to leave, standing up for the family’s integrity.

Finally, Jason and I felt a sense of justice. We had each other, and I had a shot at fulfilling my dream.