The first school

Well I still remember the time when I entered my first school. Being a rebel at home with no rules,I was actually entering a world of one. More than anything else, I knew there were going to be strangers and I was going to be alone. No one to hide behind when someone bends to look at me. Noone to open up my arms to when a person comes close. I would be there alone. I was thinking that time. What is mommy thinking? Why is she doing so? She cried too.i remember. If she was unhappy, why did she do it, because i was not happy either. I enter the school and after the first 5 steps I realised I was dead alone. I turned back. I didn’t turn back to look, I turned back to run. I wanted to do so. But maa wasn’t there.i could see other moms.i couldn’t see mine. I felt lost. Lost in heart. Will I never see her again. What if I wouldn’t be able to come back. Maybe I can run back home alone. But I wasn’t sure about the way.i turned towards the school andnd continued walking.

15 years later now, it’s normal to wake up alone in bed. Not turning back to find anyone. Crying alone. Laughing alone. Normal to hear the ringtone in place of mom’s shout. But I regret today. I regret of not trying to run back that day to home. I know my mom was near somewhere. Looking at me. If I would have ran back she would have held me. Because I know she’ll be there for me even when j can’t see her