Abnormal Teenage Summer

Chapter Eight: Moni

Cold shivers run up and down my back when I see my mom having symptoms streaming down her eyes. We're entering the airport having our hands holding one another. Knowing that my mom couldn't let go of my hand, I didn't try to let go of hers. Walking hand and hand with one another, somebody stops us saying "No PDA in public airports. Sorry." We look at one another with a sorrowful look in our eyes. Then we let go. It felt like half my heart left me.

Guilt is running through my blood when I get to where I put my bags on this thing where they scan through  them. I go through this scanner so they can make sure I'm not a "terrorist." When I look back I see my mom with her puffy red eyes trying to hold back the warm water from running down her cheek. I wait patiently for her till they get done scanning her and x-raying mine and her belongings. Once she's done with the security check our belongings are good to go and we get our belongings in check. We walk one step at a time together to my gate/terminal.

Once we've reached the gate we sit down together and just hug one another. We don't let go until an announcement is heard. "It's boarding time! Can I please have Row A Seats 1-13 please come up and stand in line to be boarded?" I look at my seat number. "47." I mumble to myself. My mom looks at me with her blue eyes, that look like mine, and she says "Sweetie. Hug me just for a little while until your section has been called up." I start to have warm symptoms roll down my check. "Mom, I don't ever want to let you go!" Suddenly, it falls like a river of water runs down my face. Her eyes don't shed one tear. She's trying to stay strong. For me. We hug. We don't let go. Another announcement goes off. Then another. Then one more. It's been at least 15 minutes now. Then. My section is called off. That means it's time for my mom and I to part our separate ways.

We stand up together. We go walk into the line together. We hold our hands close together. We have our symptoms together. That changes when the flight attendant next to the entrance asks me to show her my boarding pass. We let go of one another's hand. I search for it through my purse and pull it out. The flight attendant looks over it and says "You can proceed." While putting it back in my purse, I feel a warm hand hold mine and turn around. "Mom! Don't leave me!" A tsunami escapes my eyes. "I'll see you soon. Don't worry it's only a few weeks until I'll be there." She let's go of me and I hear "I love you." Escape from her mouth when she turns around and walks away.

Once, I don't see her anymore I start walking down the tunnel to the plane. My heart just sunk into the ocean. It's a treasure that can never be found. I get on the plane and search for my row. "Lucky me..." I mumble when I see an old man sitting on the edge with one seat open by the window. When I open the overhead bins there is barely any space for my large duffel bag. Jamming it in there was the easy part, the hard part is going to be when I need to get it out. "Excuse me," I say to the man while tapping on his shoulder. "I need to get to my seat." He smiles at me "Sure deary. I don't bite." He chuckles at me. When I plop down on my seat an announcement is made by a ginger-haired women. "Attention all passengers. At this time, please turn off all your electronic devices while we take off. Thank you for choosing us. Have a nice flight!"

I take out my journal to write about my new future, but instead start to think about how hurt my life has gotten me. How I feel in love with the stars of my dreams, and not the stars of reality:

Never fall in love with a star.
For no matter how pretty they seem,
only far away they gleam.

Never fall in love with a star.
For you'll love them with great fire,
but you're only a fleeting desire.

Never fall in love with a star.
For come daybreak,
a widower they shall make.

Never fall in love with a star.
For you shall trust me.
Since I fell in love with the brightest of them all.

I close my journal, and realize I never shut off my phone.

Before I shut off my phone I see a text from someone important. I check it and then... My heart officially sunk.