3 ~ ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ 2 ~ The hard goodbye ~ (Part 1)

I started off by walking along the street trying to look for a suitable place to stay for the night. It was getting dark and the night had a cold breeze. I took a seat next to the road just to take a little break. I looked up and the stars were still as unbelievable as usual, I could cry at the sight of them. They had so much meaning to me, and I knew they would always be there for me to just look up every once in a while and drift off into some type of fantasy where I would imagine things that I wish were real, but then soon come back to reality. I would miss the memory and I would not be able to wait until I can drift into the feeling again.

This is how it always starts, I would be working my dream job as an astronomer and I would have Dad working with me and we would discover new stars every day. I would always be the last one to leave because I would just gaze at the stars, and most nights Dad would be there with me. I would always have to call my husband to tell the kids to get ready for bed, because I would get home really late or I would be writing books for a living and all my books would get published. I would be world known for my creativity and my writing. I would fly around the world selling and publishing my books but then suddenly I could feel it start to drizzle as I drifted off into a dream...

I woke up on the side of the road and I was soaked, it seems like I had fell asleep thinking about everything and looking at the stars last night. I had thought that everything was a dream, but when I found myself asleep next to a road, I came back to reality. My bag and everything in it was luckily dry because my bag was after all waterproof.

Now I understood why Mom liked buying all the fancy stuff, it was really handy I guess. I don't think Mom ever bought it because she ever thought I was going to sleep outside. I think she bought it because she cared for us, right? Which means she actually might care about me. I don't know.

I could not help but think about what might be going on at home. Did Mom even know that I was gone? Have they started looking for me? Oh no! At that moment I realised that I was not really that far from home, I was only a few kilometres away and it would be easy for them to find me if they were traveling in a car and if I was traveling on foot. So I should probably start moving.

I started walking and I heard something, a very quiet sound, it sounded like growling. I turned around and there was nothing around me and the streets were quiet. What could it be? I stopped for a moment and realised the sound was coming from me. My stomach was growling. I was quite hungry, and French toast at this point sounds really good.

I had eventually come across a gas station after an hour or two of walking and so I grabbed a sandwich, a chocolate and a coffee for breakfast. People tell me that I drink too much coffee, but I never listen. I can't go without it. This is not the typical breakfast that I would get at home, but I was happy with it. Well I have learned not to complain about what you get, and I never really have complained or maybe I just never realised that I was complaining until the other night that Mom mentioned it to me.

Was I the reason mom was being like this to me? I tried to look back to when I've ever complained about something and I couldn't find anything. Unless I just never realised when I complain.

I started walking again, I walked and walked for which felt like forever. My hands started hurting due to swinging them when I walk. That's it! A place that I have forgotten about just popped into my mind! I knew exactly where I was going to stay and I knew exactly how to get there...

I remember when I was young we used to go on vacation. There was a beach a few kilometres out of town, and we owned a beach house near it. We barely used it anymore and I'm happy Mom said that we did not have to sell it after Dad's death, she said we could still go on vacations sometimes, but we never did, Mom got too busy.

It would be the perfect place to hide, it even has a few shops nearby so it would be easy to grab a few things whenever necessary. When we talked about the town, Mom always referred to it as 'The little comfortable town' because it literally had everything we needed when we went on our vacations.

I had a way to get there, very simple, but it would mean that I would be very exposed to the public. I switched on my phone, and checked if there has been any leaks or any type of clues that anyone is looking for me. I mean I don't expect anything, but my Mom is famous so the news could spread quickly, but nothing. Oh well, I have received a call or two from Pearl and Thomas, but not one from Mom...I'm not going to get worried because it's no surprise. I'm sure everything is fine, I'm not going to let that bother my journey.

The Bus Stop was not too far away so I started my walk to the bus stop. I got there just on time, because as soon as I got there the bus was about to leave and luckily I could stop it. The people were looking at me weirdly and it could be one of three reasons, either because I haven't showered in a while, my Mom was kind of famous or that they knew I was on the run. Probably the first one. Finally I arrived after an hour or two, the bus dropped me off at the beach house and so I gave him a tip.

It was so beautiful here with the sound of the waves crashing against each other, the tingle of the sand as the breeze blows it against my skin and the amazing view of the sunsets at night. I remember all the memories we had here as if it was yesterday but unfortunately it was not yesterday, it was a couple of years later and a lot has changed since then. The house is still as beautiful as it was a few years ago and I knew exactly how to get in. By my room I would always leave a key in the flower pot on my windowsill in case of emergencies and this time it really came in handy. I went to the window, got the key and went inside. When I saw my room I tried to remember all the memories we had here.

As I walked through the house all the memories came rushing to my mind. I remember when we used to play Twister in the living room and when we used to have races when we ran down to the beach. I can remember Mom and Dad's anniversaries on the beach and all the times we would have picnics.

Those used to be very happy days.

So once I was done with my tour around the house, I got settled in. I had a vague memory of where everything was, so it was not too hard to find things. This was like a second home for my family, sometimes we would even have family gatherings over a weekend or school break. When we arrived on vacations we already had everything here, it was no need to bring anything with us, which really made my life easier at this moment in time. All I needed to buy was food, and maybe renew our Netflix and then I would be fine.

I decided to check my phone again to see if anything had popped up, but once again nothing. Why was it only Pearl and Thomas calling me? My grandmother even called a few times, but it was probably just to check in on things so I did not answer. Was mom even worried? Had something gone wrong at home? Was I overthinking things? Was it a good idea to have run away? I was just making problems for the people around me.

Was I doing this to draw attention to myself or because Mom hated me? Probably the first one. Again. Mom loved me, after all she was still my Mom. I was being a bit too hard on her. She really had done everything for me and all I can do to repay her is cause more stress for the family by trying to find me, but the thing was no one was trying to find me. Was Mom okay? I did not know the answer and it bothered me for the rest of the day, but I knew this too shall pass, eventually.