Mommys’ Offer

The insistent voice of my mom echoed in my mind, her words like a constant refrain that played during my daily commute.

"Why don't you just stay over at our place for the whole duration of your internship?" she would say, her tone filled with motherly concern.

"The extra expense you spend on gas could be saved, you know." It was a suggestion she made frequently, a convincing argument she presented time and again.

I had to admit, there were moments when her words rang true in my ears, and this, precisely, was one of those moments. The traffic had become an ever-escalating ordeal, a chaotic symphony of car horns and impatient drivers. The roads were like war zones, and my car, a lone soldier navigating through the chaos. Every pothole I encountered was a reminder of the challenges I faced.

In recent days, the roads had deteriorated significantly due to the rainy season, as if the universe itself conspired to test the limits of my patience. Potholes had wreaked havoc on the main express road as well, rendering it nearly impassable. The craters in the asphalt had turned the once-smooth journey into a bumpy and tumultuous ride. And to make matters worse, more cars and massive trucks were now forced to take this alternative route, clogging the road further.

The scenario was akin to a scene from an action-packed movie. Cars jostled for space, much like characters in a high-stakes drama fighting for their place in the plot. The traffic lights seemed like the directors, orchestrating the chaos with their ever-changing commands. It was as if the city itself had become a movie set, and I was a reluctant actor in this daily drama.

Each day was a new episode in this series, each pothole a plot twist, and each impatient driver a character in this urban theater. The tension was palpable, the drama unfolding with every honk and swerve. It was a story that played out on the asphalt stage, a tale of resilience and perseverance in the face of adversity.

My mom's repeated suggestion lingered in my thoughts like a safety line amidst this daily drama. Her unwavering insistence on me spending the duration of my internship at their home resembled a secondary plot, a parallel narrative to my professional journey. It emerged as a lifeline, a refuge from the trials of the tumultuous road, a subplot with the potential to alleviate the main storyline of my work life.

However, there was a compelling reason I hesitated to take up my mother's offer to stay at their place during my internship. You see, my parents' home was always teeming with activity, especially when my younger siblings and cousins gathered to scream in excitement over video games. It was an enjoyable spectacle when I was the one making them scream in agony with my gaming prowess, but it could become a cacophonous battlefield. Additionally, my parents constantly bickering over my introverted lifestyle created a constant background noise that distracted me. I yearned for a quiet sanctuary where I could focus and write to my heart's content in my notepad, working on my novels.

This was the very reason I opted to endure the challenging commute to my apartment despite the long hours spent on the road. It was a decision not solely based on practicality but also on a need for solitude to nurture my creativity. I valued the offer my mom made, but my need for a peaceful environment for writing outweighed the convenience of staying closer to my internship office. The traffic may be a daily ordeal, but it offered the solitude I craved to create my literary worlds.

In the grand scheme of things, my mother's words served as a constant reminder of the support and care that awaited me in the comfort of home. They weaved into the tapestry of my life like a subplot of love and concern. As I navigated the stormy sea of traffic, the idea of considering her offer resurfaced.

The journey through this traffic labyrinth was an unceasing examination of my patience and determination. It stood as another chapter in the ongoing saga of my internship, one filled with trials and hurdles. However, every day that I drove through this chaotic ordeal presented an opportunity to demonstrate my mettle, conquer the adversities, and draw nearer to my ultimate goal.

Ultimately, the choice rested firmly in my hands. Would I persevere on my current path, enduring the challenges of the daily commute, or would I opt for the subplot of solace and respite offered by my mother's hospitality?

I finally arrived home, I met with the harsh glow of the clock on the wall, indicating it was 9:53 pm. A late hour indeed, and my energy levels were running low. After navigating the grueling traffic, the last thing I needed was a culinary adventure. Exhausted from the seemingly endless journey through a river of traffic, i knew that cooking would only add to my stress, I had stopped by a nearby restaurant for takeout. 

Having already devoured my takeout during the tiresome commute, I proceeded to prepare for a well-deserved rest. A long, soothing shower washed away the grime of the day, and I slipped into my pajamas.

I set to transcribing the day's events, etching them into my memory. After countless clicks and keystrokes, I completed the record of today's experiences and finally drifted off to sleep.