28th Year

For the past years, every date of my birthday, I always think about the year before and all that had happened. I also reflect on what my mother had been doing at the same age. My mother was young when she had me. I was 6 when she was my age at 28. How different things have turned out for me. I am unmarried, but committed to a relationship with Poy.
I have chosen to pursue further studies and find a job with modest pay. I am still supported by Mama, with a monthly allowance, which I save in the bank. I think that my life is much slower than hers was as a 28-year old. She was a young instructor at the university, and I was a wide-eyed kindergarten student. This year, many people hope that I finish my graduate school thesis.
I can, but will I? I should. I could. I must. I will.