People like me shouldn't dream

Sometimes it gets harder than yesterday even though every day is the same. I don't really dream big. But I guess it's big enough to break me up inside. People say people like me shouldn't dream. Because I have a sick mother to look after, a father who's too old to work and two sisters still in school. Mother wants them to be in English medium school. You know I couldn't speak English like the lady who reads the evening news. I didn't get through interviews even though my marks were good. I didn't want to be called useless and unemployed by these little ladies who once looked up to me once. I used to tell them stories about space and they were in much wonder how I knew things so well. Little did they know that was all I knew. All I ever thought and dreamt of. To study space and someday be the first lady to discover a new planet.
I haven't stopped dreaming.  Nor will I ever. I just learnt to live with it inside me strangled by every passing day. They'll endure today, tomorrow and day after and then suffocate and give up. And I'll feel no pain anymore. And I'll continue telling stories about space knowing someone somewhere is dreaming the same.