The taxi driver, a grizzled man with kind eyes, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Where to, buddy?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.
"Central Park," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, no questions asked, and pulled into traffic.
As the city blurred past, my thoughts spiraled.
Was that the right decision?
I couldn't stop thinking about the talk with my mom.
I should have talked with her more instead of just leaving so quickly.
But, oh, well, I still felt a little happiness in my heart with that confession...
She must have done everything she could to keep herself together...
"..."
I did my best to stay calm, even though I knew that the place I was heading to would likely make me cry, like it always does...
***
The ride seemed to stretch on forever, the city's vibrant life a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me.
