@retrokd2

3 years ago

I remember when I moved away (to France). I was 22 and had no idea what I was doing in life, all I knew was that I had to get away. My mother supported the decision to my face but she kept saying that I'll always comes home, ''because that's I always do''. I don't think she delieved that I really would move away so far. When I left I wasn't scared I was excited, I had no money, no phone, and I spoek no French at all. I had a person I could stay with and they would meet me at a train station in Centre at a certain time. My mother and my sister both brought me to the airport and we sat and had a last talk in the cafe there. Everyone was normal and happy, mother saying things like stay safe, watch out for pickpockets, it was all very normal. I remember thinking how well my mother is dealing with it all. The time came and I had to get through security and wait for my plane so I had to say goodbye. I kissed my mother and sister, big hugs and my mother made a joke then I walked off. As I was walking away from them I immediately felt alone, even though they were just a few meters behind me I knew they were gone and it wouldn't ever be the same. I said I wouldn't turn around but I couldn't help it, I had to wave goodbye to my mother. She was on the floor in tears, she couldn't even breathe or stand.I had never seen her so broken. I didn't think about how much I was hurting her because I was young and needed a new life. I wasn't allowed to walk back then and I had to leave her. That was the hardest point for me. I wish I didn't look back.

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