He rushed on before I could answer. "There aren’t many who can speak three languages like you and no one else has your resilience. Boss really wants you to go. Will you consider it?"
His words stirred something deep inside me—memories of my younger self. I once vowed, "If I can’t stop the war, then I’ll at least tell the truth to the world."
But when I told Frederick my dream, he dismissed it. He hated the idea of me becoming a war Journalist, he said it was dangerous and pointless. He wanted me to stay safe, said he could provide for me. Because of him, I gave up my dream and became just another entertaiment Journalist.
Now, looking back, I felt a bitter amusement. I had thrown away ten years of passion for a man who didn’t value it. This avalanche accident had shaken me awake.
I nodded. "Yes, I’ll go."
Hugo beamed with excitement. Before he left, he promised to tell the boss about the good news himself.
"Thank you, Hugo."
He waved it off with a smile. "It’s nothing."
But I meant more than just his help today. If not for him, I wouldn’t be alive. After the avalanche, it was Hugo who found me in time and brought me to the hospital. Without him, I wouldn’t have survived.
Part 3