"You're a disappointment" My mum said as we were walking near the check in.
It was a Sunday, about 3am in the morning.
My flight wasn't until 7am but I wanted to go to the airport early.
As I got ready for checking in, I turned around to my mum, only finding her on her phone.
I grabbed my luggage and cleared my throat.
Mum looked up, "I'm leaving" I said.
Mum's eyes went back to her phone and quickly typed away.
I sighed and turned around, showing the security my boarding pass.
As I walk further away, my mum suddenly called me.
"Joshua"
I turned around.
Is she planning to say one last 'I love you' before I go?
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Tell your father I said hi" She turned around and walked off.
My shoulders slumped a little and my hand tightly gripped onto my luggage as I try hard not to tear up.
Your family doesn't love you anymore.
What will your friends think of you?
This is what you get for being gay, Joshua. I told myself.
Each step I took was painful.
I managed to settle down later on but when the announcer called my flight number, I took a good look around the place one last time and said a final good bye, this time I do let the tears fall.
Not once did I think about how you would feel and how you would be if I was gone.
