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I've Caught The Lost Baby

   "Y/n...wake up hun" I heard mom say and nudged my shoulder. I can't bring myself to wake up though, I'm too tired and I don't want to wake up yet.

"Wake up damn it!" She nudged me harder, "Okay, I'm up, I'm up." I said giving up, then sat up from my slouched position in the passenger car seat. 

Today is the start of my college years. Am I excited about it? Yes actually, one reason why I'm a little excited is because I get to keep away from home for a long period of time, staying there was kinda suffocating and not from love. My mom loved me though, I know that for sure. So her love wasn't suffocating, rather comforting. I also get to try new things, things I wasn't able to try at home due to my dad hindering me.

"Would you like me to come in with you? Make sure you find your room?" My mom said handing me my bags and then resting her hands onto my shoulders. 

We're now out of the car and standing in front of the residence hall, the place where I'll be staying. I'm not too sure why I chose on-campus housing, I just did.

Silence began to take over me at the thought of standing in front of these doors and having to walk through the same doors very soon, I'll be all on my own after she leaves.

Sometimes, I feel like mom worries about me when I don't need her to, but when I do need her to, she's not there, but it's okay. I got this. "Mom I got it, I'm not completely helpless." I giggled. Suddenly, I remembered that dad always thought otherwise. It's like his words are drilled into my head now, no matter how hard I try, I can never forget them. I remember them in my best moments, it's such a downer. 

"I know, but sometimes you don't know when to ask for help." She said then released her grip from my shoulders. I stayed silent. I don't know how to respond to her, I mean she isn't completely wrong. He made me feel like asking for help is so wrong and that I'm an idiot for ever needing it.

"Okay well, I'm gonna get going, it's a long drive and your dad expects me back home as soon as possible." She said and started to walk away, but then she quickly turned back to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. I watched her run back to the car, and drive off.

 As soon as reality had sunk in, it hit me like a fucking truck. I'm realizing that I'm in some place where I know nothing of or anyone here, I'm a little terrified right now. I should've asked her to stay with me, just for a little longer. Yeah I don't know when to ask for help. 

All I've gotta do is walk up to the lady at the desk and ask for my key, yeah that's it, it shouldn't be too hard. 

After my little panic attack, I finally stepped into the building. College students and some of them have their parents, walking around each and every way. It's a little overwhelming seeing all these people in one place, me and any sized crowds don't go together too well, but I have to push through. How pathetic would I look if I called mom all the way back, just so she could hold my hand through this mess? I can't, so I have no other choice right now.

I looked around the large room, looking for the desk where I could get my key from. My eyes roaming around the place for a little while, then I spot it. Taking a deep breath, I started walking up to a middle-aged looking woman. Her hair is curly and short, and honey colored. She looks really sweet actually. Like she'd bake her grand kids cookies just because they asked nicely, she does look slightly too young to have grand kids though, but you never know.

 She politely handed me my key and gave me a warm smile, my nerves eased a little. She reminds me of my own grandmother actually.

I turned around to walk away, seeing a woman standing in front of the main doors. I'm assuming she is our RA. "Okay everyone, quiet down now!" She began yelling over everyone, only half the room actually went quiet though. "So to the rest that won't quiet down! It will be your fault if you do not know what we're doing! So please quiet down!" Finally, the rest of the people went quiet. "First, we are going to group up by the floor number that shows on your key!" Hearing those last words, I'm realizing that I forgot to look at my key. The number three and right next to the three is the letter C marked onto the key.