[ IP ] Papers , Please

I am a man of my own dreams. 
 
 When we were young, we dreamed of ridiculous things. `` Mom! I want to be an astronaut!'' 
 
 As we grow up, our dreams faded. Reality crashed. `` I do n't know Mom. I do n't know what I want to be. An engineer maybe?'' 
 
 It was the same for everyone, the same for me. 
 
 `` Listen, Mom. I know I dreamt of being an Astronaut. I know I wanted to be an engineer.'' I sobbed as I wrote the letter to Mom. `` But I have a family to support. I have to send you money. I ca n't pursue my dreams. I'm sorry.'' 
 
 I turned my head back, to avoid staining the letter with sadness. I wanted to act as optimistic as possible, for Mom. At least, for her to have hope at her deathbed. 
 
 For years now, my life was covered with work. Sign here, print this, type that. It all does n't matter, the weight of those millions of paperwork do not compare with this. 
 
 `` Johnny, you alright? You've been writing for hours.'' 
 
 I looked up to meet a concerned face. Has it been hours? 
 
 `` I'm writing to Mom, Sam.'' I paused and sighed, unlocking memories with her. `` She's dying. And I ca n't be there to meet her.'' 
 
 `` I'm so sorry.'' Sam rarely cried, but now he wept like a child who lost his mother. `` Can I help?'' 
 
 `` Papers, please... I need to tell more to Mom.''
