My grandmother's dream was to become a pharmacist. Unfortunately, she faced life circumstances that made this impossible, but every day of my early years, she lived her dream, like we played pharmacists. I don't remember most of these events because I was very little. According to my mother, I would say I was a doctor, and my grandmother even made me a white coat from one of her coats, which I remember. I don't know if I should call it life or destiny, but from that moment on I knew that one day I would become a