The flyer had appeared one quiet afternoon, bright and bold on the studio's community board. It read:
> "ONE-YEAR CODING CAMP — Learn. Build. Transform Your Future."
Everyone in the studio buzzed with excitement. The owner of the studio talked about how life-changing the opportunity could be. Everyone whispered and giggled in corners, already dreaming of the possibilities. The idea of learning to build apps, websites, and software felt like opening a door to a brand new world.
I stood in front of the flyer for a long time, heart pounding. I had always been fascinated by computers. Back home, I would sneak into internet cafés just to learn how websites worked. Now, after moving to a new city to live with her aunt and cousins, i hadn't imagined such an opportunity would show up so soon.
After school, i carefully removed one of the flyers from the board and folded it neatly into my bag. That evening, after dinner, i brought it out.
"Aunty ," i said gently, walking into the living room.
My aunt looked up from where she was braiding her daughter's hair. "Yes, Amy?"
"There's this coding camp—something really big. It's a whole year. They said it's going to change people's lives." I handed over the flyer.
My aunt studied it with furrowed brows. "A year?" she asked, glancing at me.
"Yes… But I'll be learning everything. I'll even be building real things. It could help me get a scholarship later... and maybe even a good job." my voice shook slightly.
My aunt was quiet. The little ones had paused their chatter, listening. Finally, she smiled. "If this is your dream, then you should go for it. We'll miss you, Amy. You just got here, and the kids love you. But we want you to chase your dreams."
My eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you, Aunty."
"Go and call your parents. Talk to them. Let's see how we can make it work."
With trembling fingers, I called my parents that night. They had been worried at first—concerned about the length, the distance—but when they heard the passion in my voice, they relented.
"We'll support you, Amy," my dad said. "This is your future. If this makes you happy, we'll sponsor it. Just work hard and don't give up."
That night, I stared at the ceiling, heart full, eyes wide open. For the first time in a long while, I wasn't afraid of tomorrow. Her new life was about to begin. And for once, my dreams were finally within reach.