Admission essay - I intend to continue my medical studies I got off the school bus; it was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but inside my house it was dark, a cloud had moved over us. I slowly walked towards the door, expecting my mother to greet me but instead my sister opened the door, something was wrong, I knew immediately. When I walked in and my three year old brother was sitting there playing with his toys in the living room, while my parents were sitting on the couch. I looked at my mother, she was crying. What's wrong, I asked? He's sick, my mother said, "Your little brother is very sick." I just shrugged and walked away, I had been sick before and got better, so did he. I went upstairs to my room and made him a get well card. It was made from blue cardstock and had black writing on it, I finished it off with a panda bear sticker. Inside I wrote how much I loved him and that I would get well soon. I proudly presented it to my mother; she took one look at him and started crying again. I got on her lap and she said, “He's not going to get better, we need to take care of him as best we can.” He has diabetes, he explained, but my naive eight-year-old mind simply didn't know what diabetes was. I did not understand. Whenever I was sick I went to the doctor and he always made me feel better, but this time even the best doctor had his hands tied. It was just today that I understood what I wanted to do when I grew up... I wanted to make my little brother feel better, I wanted to become a doctor. Although this was the first time the idea of ​​becoming a doctor crossed my mind. I was sure I was destined to be one. I always felt a deep desire to help people whenever they needed it and would stop tirelessly to help them. Through the many volunteering experiences and through various jobs, my decision was consolidated. My first experiments with medicine and caring for the sick began when I was twelve.