Cami, Dr. Cam / Dr. V
She/Her
47(31* in her head)
December 15th
Jubilife City
Heterosexual
Doctor
Grunt
Well, you know what they say...an apple a day...
bonds
POSTED ON May 10, 2023 11:46:13 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","cami2"] [attr="class","main"] "i just want to do some good here, you know? things are so scary right now and i just...i want to make a difference."[break][break] Saskia's face flushes as warm tears begin to drip down her face. Camila feels a strong tug on her heart. She just wants to cross over to the side her daughter sits on and wrap her in her arms. But she resists. As Sasky attempts to swipe the tears away from her face with the back of her hand, Camila expertly reaches into her purse and hands her a small packet of tissues. These would be gentler on her face than that napkin or her hand anyway. [break][break] "And you can, darling. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, even if that's yourself." Camila would pause for a moment as memories of her own journey flashed past her eyes. She could understand Saskia's sentiment quite well because she used to think just like her. Even now she still tries to do her part to make a difference in this world. [break][break] "You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age." Camila continues with a distant smile gracing her lips. "I was extremely ambitious and I had big dreams." She had to have big dreams considering her living conditions back then. It was the only way she could realistically get out of that hell hole. Cami paused once more, as if to choose her words carefully. She didn't want to burden her daughter with her tragic backstory but she wanted her to know that she could relate.[break][break] With a slight bite of her lip she continued, "I didn't get to live life like normal people around me. In fact, I had to sacrifice a lot." Back then she was forced to live paycheck to paycheck all while in medical school and working full time. Her nose was always in a book and her social life was nonexistent. Camila would often push herself to the brink and beyond, hell she could remember the constant stress nosebleeds and fainting spells now. [break][break] Even from childhood she didn't have many bright memories of childhood bliss and innocence. She needed to work to ensure that she was safe and could get out of her abusive household while still intact. "It was hard. I can't tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep, but whenever I felt like giving up I was reminded of how far I had come. And where I was going."[break][break] Cami cast her gaze down to her hands that rested on the table as she continued, "I learned that, at times, the bigger our dreams the more intimidating and impossible it all seems. But if you take one step at a time, make one small change, when you look back you'll see you've come farther than you realize."[break][break] Camila smiles at her daughter as the waiter stops by their table to bring them some appetizers. She'll pause for a moment before signaling that they were fine and that the waiter could leave them before turning her attention back to Saskia. "If I know my daughter, and I think I do," she'd say with a playful wink, "I'd say you're stronger than you think you are. When you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything, Saskia." she'd say with a reassuring smile. [break][break] "And no, I'm not just saying that as your mom." she added as she reached for a piece of bread and began to butter it. "I've seen you do it baby girl." she'd chuckle. "So when you don't believe in yourself, just remember that I do." [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break] 💉 mommy & daughter time finally![break] 💉 outfit[attr="class","pkmn"] [newclass=.cami2] --accent: #da5258; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.cami2 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass]
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