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MidReal Story
The Doctor's Dream
Scenario:A small village girl attaining her dream by herself
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Annie Fothergill
She is a small village girl from England, striving to become a doctor to honor her late father. She is determined, compassionate, and headstrong. Despite her father's death before seeing her dream fulfilled, she remains dedicated to achieving his wish. Annie faces various challenges, including her mother's remarriage and the disapproval of others, but her unwavering resolve allows her to pursue her passion for helping others and reach her goal of attending medical school.
Elizabeth "Lizzie" Fothergill
She is Annie’s stepmother and George’s new wife. She is materialistic, dismissive, and critical. Lizzie dislikes Annie initially due to perceived background and status but softens slightly later. Her focus on social standing creates conflict when faced with practical decisions regarding Annie's future. Despite this, she eventually accommodates Annie into their household after understanding the familial dynamics and determinations that drive them.
George Fothergill
He is Annie's stepfather after her father passes away. He is pragmatic, considerate, and understanding. George respects Annie's wishes to honor her father by becoming a doctor and supports her decision to pursue it even with challenges. Unlike his wife, he values the money more than personal relationships, which creates tension within the family. However, he remains an empathetic figure in Annie’s life.
I was only a village girl from England, but I had big dreams.
I wanted to be a doctor.
My late father had the same dream for me.
When he was alive, he told me that he would want me to become a doctor when I grew up so that I could help people who were sick or hurt.
He was a blacksmith in our village, but he had always dreamed that his daughter would have a better life than him and his wife.
He and my mother were wonderful parents.
They supported me in every way they could, and they taught me to always be kind and considerate to others.
I had gone to the village school until I was twelve years old, but then I had to stop going because it was too far for me to walk by myself.
My father had died when I was thirteen years old, and my mother was heartbroken.
She eventually married again the following year, but I did not like my new stepfather or stepbrother very much.
They were not mean to me, but they did not understand me either.
They thought it was foolish for me to want to be a doctor because I was not educated enough and came from a poor family with no connections.
I tried to explain to them what my father had wanted for me, but they just did not understand.
My stepfather told me that it was nice of him to want that for me, but it was impossible.
He said that I was just a girl and that girls could not become doctors.
I argued with him about it, but he would not listen to me.
I went to my room and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I got up early and went downstairs to help my mother with breakfast.
My stepfather was already there, eating his breakfast and reading the newspaper.
He did not even look up at me when I came into the room.
I ignored him and started helping my mother with the food.
After breakfast, I went back upstairs to get ready for school.
I put on my uniform and packed up my books.
As I was leaving, my stepfather called out to me from downstairs.
"Emily," he said, "I need you to do some chores for me today."
I sighed and walked back downstairs.
"Yes, sir," I said. "I need you to go down to the market and pick up some vegetables for dinner tonight," he said.
"And then I need you to come back here and help your mother with the laundry."
"Yes, sir," I replied.
I grabbed my basket and headed out the door.
As I walked through the village, I thought about how much I hated living here.
I wished that I could move away and start a new life somewhere else.
But I knew that was impossible.
My stepfather would never let me go, and besides, where would I go?
I did not have any money or anywhere else to live.
So I continued on my way to the market, trying not to think about it too much. When I got home from the market, I helped my mother with the laundry and then went upstairs to do my homework.
As soon as I sat down at my desk, Lizzie knocked on the door.
"Emily," she said, "your stepfather wants you downstairs."
I sighed and got up from my desk.
"What does he want now?" she asked me as we walked down the stairs together.
"I don't know," I replied.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, he was standing there waiting for us. "Emily," he said, "I need you to help me with something."
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"I have a meeting at work tomorrow afternoon," he said, "and I won't be able to come home until late. So you will need to make dinner for everyone."
"Yes, sir," I replied again.
He nodded at me and then turned and walked away.
I looked at Lizzie, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior.
"Why does he always expect you to do everything?" she whispered, her voice tinged with sympathy.
"Because he thinks I'm just a girl who should know her place," I replied, determination hardening my resolve.
After another long day of chores and helping with dinner, I sat at my small desk, poring over the medical texts that Dr. Thompson had lent me.
The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls as I studied the diagrams of human anatomy, trying to commit every detail to memory.
My eyes felt heavy, but I forced myself to focus, determined to learn as much as I could.
As I delved deeper into my studies, I became vaguely aware of voices downstairs.
At first, they were muffled and indistinct, but as the conversation grew more heated, their words began to filter through the thin walls of my room.
It was Lizzie and Father arguing again, their voices rising and falling in a familiar cadence.
I tried to ignore them, but their words seeped into my consciousness like a steady drip of water.
"Annie should be allowed to focus on her studies," Lizzie's voice rang out, her tone sharp with frustration.
"She has so much potential, but you're holding her back with all these chores!"
Father's response was low and menacing, his words indistinguishable from where I sat.
But Lizzie's retort cut through the air like a knife.
"You're suffocating her! She deserves a chance at a better life!"
My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned closer to the door, desperate to hear more. Suddenly, Father's heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs, each step reverberating through the wooden floorboards like a death knell.
I jerked back from the door, my heart racing with fear.
I hastily returned to my desk and pretended to be engrossed in my studies as he approached.
The door creaked open, and his imposing figure filled the frame.
"Annie," he growled, his voice thick with anger.
"I expect you downstairs in five minutes."
I nodded mutely, my throat dry with fear.
As the door closed behind him, I knew I had to find a way out.
