I decided to quit my job as an office lady and re-enroll in university to eventually become a teacher, driven by a profound reason—the memory of my father, who collapsed and suddenly passed away during a class. As time passed, I increasingly felt deep inside that I had failed to carry on his legacy while he was still alive. This year, I finally achieved my long-held dream of becoming a teacher. The path I chose wasn't merely out of ambition, but stemmed from my feelings for my father and a personal vow to honor him.