I Had To
And just like that, I left home. Going to a unknown place with a Big Dream. That day, I felt my mother was fighting back tears in her eyes when she was bidding her goodbyes. Dad was sitting on the porch, waving with a hollow smile. They didn't want me to go, but they knew I had to. So, I left with a Bag to never return like before. Gone home, but it was never the same. Mom laughed, Dad wasn't worrying anymore, but when I left, the mood shifted. But I had to. Year's pass by, I got out of college, got into my dream job, earned a bunch, flew my parents to live in my place, but it was never like before. I sold my childhood home, I had to. No meaning in keeping something unused. Now, my kid's flying out, to Caltech, and it's story is the same all over again, it had to be. Him with a Bag at the end of the driveway, my wife on the stairs, struggling to fight back tears, me on the porch, waving with a hollow smile, I had to.