I got accepted.

To university.

I am studying poetry.

Dad are you proud?

I applied.

I didn't do it for me.

But for you.

Because you once said.

"Son, you got to study.

You got to reach high.

For the moon.

If you miss.

I will be the one to catch you."

Dad?

Will you catch me now?

Or would I fall into an endless spiral?