The Travel of the Dreams

I woke up. It was early, too early in fact. But I had to wake up. I had to go to school.

As I keep that in mind, I got up and prepared myself to go outside of my building. You know what I mean by “prepare myself”; take a shower, brush your teeth, eat something, the usual stuff I do every single day before I leave.

The only thing that I loved by going outside was to look to the sky. Oh that blue sky. I had this quote on my mind every time I looked at it: “If I can look clearly to the skies, I am a free man.” But why I still had the feeling that I wasn’t free at all? Getting focused on my studies was something good, of course, but I always looked into another way that. I thought that going to school every day was an obligation, an obligations through my eyes are not freedom. It seems I was getting distracted again.

“Sal!” I recognized the voice over my name. I turned my face around and confirmed the similar voice. It was my mother. “Don’t you think this should be on your backpack?” she said. It was my school’s pen drive, containing my latest project. “Oh mom, thanks a bunch!” I replied with a smile. “What would you do without me , hm?” she said, before leaving a kiss on my head. “Have a good day at school son!” she waved, as I went to the bus stop.

Even though he wasn’t at home most of the time, I also had a brother.

He was 19 years old, and like me, was also very busy when speaking of studies.

That is my family. My whole family. My mother divorced with my father when I was 5 years old, and since then, we live together on a rented building. It’s not the best place to live, but at least we are not in the streets.

You might have asked yourself: “Why does a 17 year old teenager still needs his mother to look after him?” Well, I already told you, we’ve got only ourselves, and we would do anything to help each other. Most of the guys at my age would look embarrassed if their mothers did that in front of them. As for me, well, I wouldn’t give a damn.

The bus arrived.

Sigh.

Time to face people.