| Moving Out |
"BECCA!"
"Five more minutes, mom." She's been calling me about ten times. I'm not done packing all my things yet.
I'm moving out today because college is quivering. I was given a scholarship from a prestigious university in town. Well, I kinda didn't expect that I got one. But mom said that I deserved it. Moreover, I graduated in senior high with some flying colors.
The school has dormitories for students just like what I saw in movies. Well, it's a school for elite people, after all.
I was wonder-struck when the door opened. "Mom!... don't you know how to knock? Geez, you scared me to death."
I place the last batch of my pajamas inside my traveling bag.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that. Well, as you can see," she pointed her wristwatch, "time is running, you shouldn't be late on your first day inside Chanter University," she said.
"I'm not that intrigued at all. Because I hundred pretty sure that I'll be missing you all, guys." I said and zipped my bag. Done.
"Oh, don't mind us, we'll be alright. Just enjoy your college days, sweety."
"Wow, easy for you to say, mom. Homesick isn't easy."
My mother moved near me. She grabbed my hand and squeeze it gently. "You're a brave and tough lady. I know you'll get used to it. Besides, Reina is with you."
"But Reina and I, haven't the same course. We have different schedules."
"C'mon, sweety. You're not a kid anymore. Don't be too dramatic. I hate it," my mom said.
I chuckled. "But honestly, I will miss you mom, your dishes preferably."
"Funny young lady." She pinched my cheeks.
"Mom…" I moved my face away from her. I massage my cheeks. Damn, it hurts.
"Oh, how I loved your fluffy cheeks," she said. "But I imply, you should lessen some fats, sweety. Too much belly fats were too pretty annoying by some handsome jerks."
Yeah, I got fluffy cheeks because I'm a chubby pretty girl and it's because of her and her homemade dishes. "Like duh, mom, I'm not entering college for me to have a boyfriend."
"Seriously? You haven't introduced one since then, I think this time was the perfect one," she said and sneered.
"What? Aren't it's supposed to be academic first before boys?"