Ashley's POV:
It's Monday. A day who's hated by most people in the world. Actually, I didn't like Mondays too but since I finished my apprenticeship as a childcare worker two weeks ago I'm not stressed anymore. Now I can follow my real dream and become an English teacher.
Here in Zurich, it's very difficult to graduate grammar school. And to be honest I wasn't a very good student at all but I liked the English lessons. My dream was always to do a language stay in London and continue my education to become an English teacher in my High school.
I have just one problem, my parents won't allow me to leave Switzerland and this for seven months. I didn't tell them already but I want to and I think I'm going to do it today.
So I'm lying on my bed right now but I want to gather the courage and stand up. I feel like my whole body lost the power to tell them. I start to count until three.
"One. Two. Three!" I put my head up but it immediately falls against my pillow. I can't. I'm too much afraid to disappoint my parents or more worst to make them angry.
"Ugh, Fuck!" I sigh loudly. I hear the steps of my mom coming near my bedroom door.
"Yavrum, iyi misin?" She's asking me if I'm fine in Turkish.
"Evet, Anne iyim ben." I told her everything's fine but actually, it's not. I hate lying to my parents but I hate it also to disappoint them. She opens the door and I sit up while she enters my room.
"I am your mother. I get it when you have something on your mind that is bothering you." She says. I knew she will get it but I tried to hide it. I'm a bad liar.
"Mom, I finished my apprenticeship now and you know I wanted to become an English teacher remember?" My heart is pounding loudly.
"Yes, honey."
"Before I can get a job as an English teacher I have to study English but there is another way too to become an English teacher... I could go to an English country for half a year and learn their language and culture so I have almost the same experiences as English students from the university."
"Are you crazy? Another country? Did you think about your family? You can't even stay one week alone in Turkey and half a year in a country you don't even know?! You better talk with your dad about this. I'm not messing with him about your stupid decision!" She almost screams.
"I knew you're going to say this." I look disappointed with my comforter.
"But please don't tell dad about it. I want to ask him first." I beg. My mom is actually not a very good secret keeper.
"Ok. But don't put me in this fight."
"Ok. Thank you, mom."
"Come on I made lunch ready." She says. Ignoring my thanks.
My older brothers Amar and Samir were not present so I was just with my mom and dad at the table. My mom and I are swapping glances while my dad is enjoying the food and not recognizing our eye contact.
"Osman, Senin kizin sana bir sey söylemek istiyor." Shit, my mom said I want to tell him something. Why can't she just wait until I tell him by myself? And why exactly at lunchtime?
"Hayir, söylemek bir sey yok." I said I don't have anything to tell.
"She wants to leave us." My mom snaps. I feel like my chin is falling on the floor. My dad lets his spoon falling on the plate.
"What?!"
... (to be continued)