Surfing through the darkness

Chapter 1

The beach has always been a special place for me and my mom. We used to go there all the time when I was little. It was our little paradise, you know? But now, since my mom passed away, it's a mix of emotions for me. On one hand, it reminds me of her and brings up all these memories that make me miss her even more. But on the other hand, there's this indescribable connection I feel with the ocean, like it's my home. When I'm out there, riding the waves on my surfboard, it's like I can feel my mom's presence and find some peace in the midst of it all. It's my way of honoring her love for the ocean and keeping her memory alive.

Standing here ,it's like I can feel my mom's presence all around. The beach used to be our escape from the world. And even though she's not physically here with me anymore, I can still sense her love and support.

As I grab my surfboard and step into the water, a mix of emotions washes over me. It's like a wave of memories, both happy and sad, crashes into my heart. It's always like this, I'm kind of used to it by now. Even after the passing of 6 long years, that hollow ache in my heart persists, as if it were my first time surfing the waves without her by my side. But as soon as I catch that first wave, everything else fades away. It's just me, the board, and the rhythm of the ocean.

In those moments, riding the waves, I feel this indescribable connection with the water. It's like I'm home. I can almost hear my mom's voice cheering me on, telling me to keep going, to never give up.

Surfing has become my sanctuary, a place where I can find peace and strength. It's not always easy, and sometimes the emotions can be overwhelming. I know that I'm not alone. My mom's spirit is right there with me, guiding me, reminding me of her love.

Leaving the water, I can't help but smile. I know that my mom would be proud of me, embracing my passion and finding solace in the waves. The beach, once a place of sadness, has become a source of healing and empowerment. It's where I can truly be myself and feel connected to my mom.

It's always tough to leave the beach behind
,leaving me with a sense of emptiness. I try to soak up as much seaside bliss as possible, but school awaits me tomorrow. While my heart screams for the shore, I understand the importance of focusing on my studies. My mother, a lawyer herself, has always harbored the desire for me to follow in her footsteps. In fact, the legal profession runs in the family, with everyone being a lawyer, except my brother who is currently pursuing his legal education.

When I finally get home, I'm so excited to wash away the tiredness of the day with a refreshing cold shower. The water feels amazing as it flows over my body, washing away all the stress and exhaustion. After my shower, I treat myself to a soothing face mask. I gently apply it to my skin, feeling the coolness seep into every pore, giving me a refreshing sensation.

Once the face mask is on, it's time to deal with my long, wavy, blonde hair. I quickly gather it up and put it in a messy ponytail .Getting cozy in my bed It's like a little sanctuary with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. I grab my all-time favorite book and snuggle up, ready to dive into another world.

But before I start reading, I can't resist the temptation of a warm cup of tea. The steam rises, and the aroma fills the air as I take small, soothing sips. The tea warms my hands and my soul, making me feel relaxed and content.

As I lose myself in the pages of my book, time seems to stand still. The characters come to life, and I join them on their adventures and challenges. The outside world fades away, and I am completely lost in the story. It's a blissful escape from the demands of the day.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. As I reach the final pages of my book, I have to tear myself away from its captivating grasp. But I feel a sense of peace and inspiration, ready to face the day ahead. I begin the task of preparing for the day that awaits me. With a sense of purpose, I carefully pack my belongings, ensuring that I have everything I need for tomorrow. As I carefully selected my outfit, I opted for a simple white top paired with a stylish pair of grey jeans and my trusty Air Forces. It's a combination that exudes effortless coolness, perfect for expressing my personal style.

But, there are those who label me as "basic." Funny enough, it always seems to come from the girls who have a different guy on their arm every week. In my humble opinion, I'd rather embrace my basicness than be a whore.
Please forgive me if this sounds unfeministic  , but I believe in valuing myself and making choices that align with my own principles.

After attending to my evening oral hygiene routine, diligently brushing my teeth, I eagerly retreat to the comforting embrace of my bed, ready to surrender to a restful night's sleep.