She was as sick and as powerful as ever, yet she couldn't feel the eyes that now felt like they were practically glued to the back of my head.
As I swallowed a large drop of saliva, it just barely managed to press down my desert-dry throat, parched by the heart that continued to beat in my head.
I felt the stress and almost fear stack up over my shoulders, pressing me down to create a hardship that I knew I would have to overcome.
"Yes, Mother,"
And just like that, I did what I do best... and ignored the wishes of my peers and didn't let myself be shackled by the words of the ones I loved.
It didn't take long for me to make up my mind and fly into the distance, and even though I heard the demanding screams of my mother, I just rolled my eyes and continued through the sky.
The crisp wintry wind passing by me was almost refreshing as I soaked my mind in the eyes bathing me.
