Chapter 6: 38 feet high

Mom didn't cry this time I waved good bye to her at the airport.

Last time this happened was four years ago. She had said she wouldn't cry and didn't cry...at first. Then I checked in and gave away my bags and returned.

I sneaked up on her as she had sat looking at the gate to the airport sniffling and crying. Her scarf over her face. I gave her a good scare and she inturns gave a good scare to the lady who was sitting next to her.

We started laughing and as she laughed she went back to crying. I had to hug and comfort her. For a split second there, I was the adult.

It is safe to conclude that the only things that bring out the children in adults once they leave college, is their children. You will see them yelling across the house, running around the living room, breaking stuff and obsessing over the TV once they have children. They become as unreasonable as a latte and expect to be obeyed by their children just like toddlers do. But....let's not get into that for now.

Mom didn't cry this time...or so I thought.

I was proud of her. I waved good bye and left. Mom and Dad poured blessings upon blessings upon me as I walked away...and I was quite ashamed to say Amen cause I didn't think I deserved them.

I wasn't nervous or contemplating about the future when I walked away.

I just felt guilty for leaving. But I would have done them no good by staying.

It was getting harder to fake my sanity...and I was becoming unstable with every passing day.

I needed to be somewhere where my words and self abuse wouldn't hurt anyone else.

So I liked being out there- alone.

Sort of like Gon's dad from Hunter Hunter(the weebs know what I am saying.)

Annnnnny wayyyyy am in a quarantine hotel and it's day 4 now. Gotta be in here for another 7 days.

The flight was smooth and nice- and the plane was so empty that every passanger had 3 seats to sleep over.

Regardless of that, however, a certain dude decided to come to my seat and make me uncomfortable! Men are idiots. Especially the the adult unmarried ones who see every woman out there as a potential wife and try to woo her to the modern slavery we call marriage.

He asked me what I liked in men- I told him I liked the geeks and the smart ones...like Tesla. Then he told me he was running his own car company and showed me his Tesla_car!

I told him I was talking about the Legendary Nikola Tesla and not his stupid four wheeled box of metal. I told him 'Tesla' is what I would look for in a car for the sake of the car...but not in man. I guess I struck a nerve there and so after that we stopped talking and he went somewhere to sleep.

I occupied my insomniac head with movies the rest of the flight to erase the memories of of our conversation and then we landed at the G country.

Then it was immigration officers telling us to go here and there...and us waiting for 5 hours in and around the airport doin ntn.

Ah yeah...the guy tagged along and talked about how we must all have a vision in life, how he was a boss and how he was a gentleman...but I wasn't paying attention. I am a sucker for Tesla and Issac Newton only... and they're dead. period.

The two girls from my country thought I was a foreigner who came with the guy. He tagged along that much. But who can blame him? Maybe he is scared to die alone.

One of my country mates turned out to be the only girl from my country who was attending the uni I am going to...so...I occassionally look at the sky and grin ear to ear at God cause he is covering syllables that were not covered in my prayers.

Now she's buying me an adopter and booking me a bus ticket to school so...well...I am dancing to Gospel songs and giggling in between lectures.

Today's narriation is rather mundane isn't it?

well...that's what you get for reading realistic novels!

Annnnny way....remember how I told you how mom didn't cry when I left?

Well the moment I reached the hotel and found a wifi and reconnected with the system, I responded to a video call from home to find her bloodshot eyes and puffed face sniffling at me in disbelief.

She cried a bit more and passed the phone to dad who was sleeping like a baby at 4 pm in the afternoon.

So there you have it. I am a terrible mother who left her 60 years old babies at home.

I dare you to judge me.

P.S. This chapter is named after the height we've flown over to Europe. It was so low that I saw almost every city down there from my window.

It felt like christmas...and much like a journey to a new place where all sorts of adventures...or horrors awaited.

Kudos.

Tadddaaaaa.