Dissonance. Swan T.

I was unlucky to be born in the dynasty of surgeons. For parents, family heritage and prestige are above my desires that have never been taken seriously. Instead of art circles, where I always wanted to get, a school with a biochemical bias. Instead of an art university - a scandal and enrollment to the medical faculty. Instead of love for a future profession, the family gave hatred of specialty and its fanatical representatives. And now, contrary to parental expectations, I certainly never say: “My boyfriend is a doctor!”