#MothersDayStory
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance. It felt like I was parting with a piece of my heart. Not parting willingly, but as if someone had reached into my body, and plucked my heart out. And stomped on it, with both feet for a good measure. The pain was intense, yet I didn't let it show on my face. My expression was happy, smiling, even. The tears were held back, after all practice does make perfect. The road was bumpy, and after I hit my head, a little too many times for my comfort, I withdrew it. A single tear rolled down my cheek. Paving way for...