She stood still, holding her handbag tight against her coat. Her eyes were fixed on his retreating back. It was as if her surroundings didn't exist.
Please look at me, at least look at me. We've been together for so long, I can't bear the idea of being away from you.
Nothing. He kept on walking resolutely, his back straight. He looked eager to start a new adventure. She could tell just from his posture and from how quickly he moved. He was wearing long grey trousers and a white shirt, no jumper as the weather was still hot.
When she was about to turn around and leave, she noticed he was looking at her, smiling uncertainly.
'Bye, Mum,' he shouted and then ran into the school building. He was still her little boy.
The tear that had been rolling down her cheek, stopped half-way. It was no longer necessary. She removed it with the back of her hand.
Written by Maria Garcia
