"You are my home"

Chapter 2 - Hey, do you any need help?"

My alarm goes off.

It's 7am. I groan as I turn my body to the side, feeling weighted in by the cruel softness of my  winter sheets.

My room is filled with baby rays of light, the blue embroidered curtains are slightly open with loosen big knots at the end.

I scan my room.
Four spaced walls of baby blue flowers, a big lamp, ten canvas from my own art making hung just above my head, a few pillows accidentally scattered on the floor.

I pull back the white duvet from my body and stretch my arms.

"Samantha, breakfast is ready." My mum informs while I slowly rub the sleep away from my eyes.

"Okay." I mumble and step into the shower. The hot water loosens my muscles but I do not feel as relaxed as I felt last night.
I try to mumble the remaining pieces of the tune left in my memory, but I can't get the sound out of my head.

I close my eyes and think about the movement of his arms against the black wooden instrument. It was slow and soft but I still can't remember how he was making it sound like.

I dress for the day. A white wool sweater with black spaced lines, tucked inside black corsy jeans, and black healed boots.

I brush my short blonde hair down and apply some light make up just enough to hide the usual dark circles under my eyes.

Today I have my ballet rehearsal at 2pm. Maybe I will see him again.

"Good Morning," I tell my mother who's already seated at the table, reading her book.

"Good Morning, dear." She looks up at me and gives me a warm smile. I watch as she graciously guides a fork of perfectly chopped strawberries into her mouth.
Her blonde hair is combed and perfectly stuck into a low bun. She's wearing a cashmere sweater and red lipstick as usual.

"I have rehearsal today at two." I tell her. "My classes finish at eleven but I agreed to study and grab some lunch with Lilly and then drive us both to the Academy." I inform her while grabbing a peace of toast from the basket.

"Make sure your lunch consist of vegetables and a small amount of protein, dear. You know you cannot feel full. Or look full." Her eyes dart at mine and I give her a small nod - as if I didn't already know, mother...

"I have spoken to your father earlier in the morning and he said he is planning to book his flight soon for the next coming days. His meetings are almost finished in Seattle by now and he has decided to transfer the leading role of his company to Boston." I watch as she carefully taps the corner of her lips with a napkin and calmly closes her book. My mother seems relieved with the information she is providing me even though I know she likes to look certain and confident at all times.

I miss dad. I haven't seen him in three months since he had to move to Seattle to be able to take care of his company for a while.

"He asked for you and how you have been doing on your rehearsals. Let's see if he can make it to your recital this year." My mother smiles at me. For a moment I see a subtle glow on her blue eyes.

"Yes, maybe he will," I smile back and finish my avocado toast.

I rush upstairs to brush my teeth and say my mother goodbye before leaving the house.

When I step into the car I instantly turn on the hair conditioning to warm up the cold interior. The steering wheel remains frozen as I drive off into the roadway.