Personal Narrative: Hepatitis C Cells

While a typical Egyptian father would be teaching his son about soccer, I was being taught what a Hepatitis C cell looks like. Although Soccer was the national sport, I never had interest in playing it unlike most friends from school. I would always wait on the balcony, which I barely reached the top of, for him to come back from work and bring all these things my eight year old brain did not handle. I would listen to some great stories of him with his co workers trying to solve a problem. He loved his job and I loved it too, It was not because I did not have friends so I talked to my father, but it was because he made everything sound like fun. My dad would show me his work in the room ,that he commandeered from my brother to use as his lab. I would be ecstatic at the view of the chemical reactions and the unusual looking cells under the microscope.
Four years later my parents broke the news to me and told me”On tuesday we are going to get our paperwork, and we are moving to the US”. I was not sad, I have moved to four schools before , so finding new friends was not going to be a challenge. My biggest fear was my dad’s job security. He had been promoted to be the assistant manager of the manufacturing
My father came back with even more stories and it gave me this amazing feeling of nostalgia of my eight year old self listening to his pharmaceutical stories. It was even better when I got the job as the Pharmacy Tech. and I understood some of the terms. Till today we still enjoy our nights eating dinner and still talking about our days at work with our mutual passion of Pharmaceuticals. Although I was raised into this passion , every other career seemed dull in comparison. My mother like the basic Egyptian mom, pushed me to become the amazing Immigrant Doctor and cure a famous disease. But i felt comfort and passion for what my dad liked and his love for his career showed me the path to my