Count On Me

1. Flying To The Dreams

  Yey! The first ever chapter of the new story Count On Me! I'm so excited once again to explore my imagination world. So, come with me in my world (I won't charge you!)

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  Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally! Yoohoo!
I several times kissed my visa, obviously without having lipstick or lipgloss on my lips. I was so waiting for this day, eagerly, passionately, like only this matters to me in the whole world. Finally sitting on my bed, I calmed myself down and put the visa back in its envelope.

  After a few weeks, I will be flying towards my dream country, for achieving my dream. Leaving my own country, my parents, my people, my apartment, my things, is not easy for me. But leaving it to reach the goal was a small sacrifice which was eventually going to make me and my closed ones happy.

  I looked around, taking all the room in the eyes as if I'm leaving the country in a few hours. Ivory coloured three walls with one purple coloured wall behind the bed with a big beautiful dreamcatcher hanging on it. A beautiful queen size white bed, lavender coloured pillows and comforter with a comfortable black rug under the bed. A bed side cabinet on one side and a bed side table on the other. A delicate vase with my favourite flowers, white lilies in it. Some picture frames on the walls. A white vanity table on the left side with some basic beauty products on it. A wardrobe with different types of clothes for different purposes but mostly jeans and tops, footwear and accessories. On my right, a beanbag. And last but not the least, a dress form mannequin, as being a fashion designer.

 
  I heard the lock of the front door opened. Mom. I ran downstairs and saw her putting her purse and keys on the counter.

  "Mom!" I ran towards her and gave her a big hug. She was taken aback a bit but put her arms around me. "Charvi! What happened?!" We moved apart. She was confused and surprised. I held the envelope in both hands, showing her with a broad smile.

  " Oh! Visa! That's great! When did it came?" She took it and opened it while sitting on the couch.

  " Just a few minutes ago.. Mom! I still can't believe this! Finally! My dream is coming true! Paris! LA MÉLANGE! My dream workplace.. I'm so excited.." I was almost in the Paris, mentally.

  "How I wish your Dad would've been with us today.. He would have been so happy for you. It was his dream to see you becoming a fashion designer." Mom sighed in grief, a tear slid down her cheek. She was still haven't recovered with the loss. Hell, even I wasn't recovered with it. It's been five years. Dad went leaving us behind crying, in a car accident because some drunk rich teenagers hit their car with ours. It took us a much more time to move on with our lives. My dad had supported me throughout my decision of being a fashion designer. He himself wanted me to go to Paris.

  "He is with us, mom." I wiped that tear, it killed me seeing her like that. "He is with us. Wherever he's right now, he is watching us. I can feel his presence even if he's not here physically. Because he's here with us in our heart." I gave her a side hug, sitting with it for a moment.

  "I know, sweetie. It's just that I misses him physically." She took a deep breath, closing eyes to compose herself. I rubbed her arm with my hand which was still wrapping her to comfort her. "Anyway, have you searched for any apartment which you can rent or share with as a paying guest?" Mom asked changing the topic, putting the envelope aside.

  "The search is still going on but will find out soon, I guess. It is quite difficult to find a place to live in Paris, you know. But I'm not going to lose hopes quite yet." It's quite difficult to find out a place to live in, in a country when you are living in a whole different, another country.