THE RUSSIAN'S OBSESSION

Farewells

Chapter Four

(Farewells)

Rosalie's POV

"Liebling! Please Rosa"

"Mom, mom stop crying please"

It's morning, 7:30am to be exact, mom has a shift starting from 8 O'clock till almost midnight, and I have to catch the train in the next fifteen minutes.

Yesterday, I told mom that I have to be at Calonia College by Wednesday, so I'd have to leave this morning to catch a quick train that'll take me there within 45 hours. Mom acted cool with it, even though I knew she was trying to hold her self. She took me shopping, made me buy new clothes and shoes even though I resisted, afraid I'd be eating too much into her savings.

She didn't listen to me though, she bought what ever she thought I'd need, long and short denim pants and skirts, baggy outfits, bodycon dresses, crop tops, scrunchies, flats and canvas. She bought pads, tampons, and every girlie thing she could find. I had to beg her to stop spending so much before she reluctantly agreed.

"Liebling, I need to get you everything you need, Russia isn't a 30 minutes journey from home, it's over 45 hours, if the train is fast enough, and the transport fee isn't cheap, so you have to be fully prepared. If you forget even one stuff, I won't forgive myself" Mom said yesterday as we're about leaving the shopping mall.

Luckily, the mall accountant had given us 20% discount for every item we bought, so the price was lower than what we had planned on paying. I was glad mom didn't get to empty her savings account, she's been saving up since I graduated from high school.

"Mom, I know you're worried about me, and I'm worried about myself too, but, this is the life we're living, and I have to take my chances. I know you want me to stay even though you don't want to say it, but mom please consider that it's not something I'm willing to turn my back on. I want to study at Calonia College, the school is great and their certificate has more value than most schools here, so I have more opportunities if I graduate there"

Mom's silent as she listens to me, she knows I'm saying the truth. She wants to stop me from going, she's afraid of how I'm going to cope without. I know it's her mother's instincts that's filling her mind with 'what if's' but I'll be fine, and I'll overcome whatever obstacle that comes my way.

"I wish your dad was still alive my love. Things would've been much more easier for us. For you to get a scholarship into that kind of university means you've got the brain of a champion my darling. And as a parent I'm suppose to relocate there for you to get access to anything you need but I can't because we're not financially stable"

I pull her into a deep hug, burying my face into her neck cause we're almost the same height (she's a little taller) she's already tired of sobbing so she just relaxes and caress my back.

"I love you Rosalie"

"I love you too Mama"

Mom disengage from the hug, she looks at me this time, with a smile on her, I know this is her goodbye, though not forever, but I'll miss her like hell. She's always been my oxygen, my shoulder to cry on, my ride or die, my helper, my shelter, my adviser, my warrior. She's a one in a million mother.

I've seen single mothers do shitty stuff on the Internet, but my mom manage to remain decent, she barely knows how to operate f*******: or messenger.

"Well, I don't want you to be late for the train, and I shouldn't be late for my shift either so, have a safe journey baby. Be sure to text me every single minute me, call me anytime or drop a message if you want to talk. You're not a kid that I'd be advising the type of friends to keep, you know what's right so do it." Those are mom's last words as I stop a taxi and head for the train station, I glance through the back window, mom's standing there, waving slowly, I see the glistening line of tears in her eyes, I want to run back and hug her forever, but I can't, lives changed.

I tell the taxi driver where to stop and he's kind enough to help me remove my extra heavy traveling bags from the boot. I pay him for his service and he drives away, the train isn't full when I get in, four seats are still empty, each being a double sitter. I take a seat by the last window, arranging my bags to fit into the other seat.

Few other passengers get in, occupying whatever space was left on the train.

"All passenger pleas step away from the door, the train is starting in 3...2...1..."

The train starts to move, first slowly, then it increases pace until we're zooming across the country. With every mile we cover, I'm a mile further away from mom, I'm no longer going to wake up to her complaining about my pj's, I'm no longer going to taste her delicious cooking, I'm no longer going to watch her gardening her flowers as she tends to grow them and replace them on my father's grave every month.

All that is gone.

Geez.

I close my eyes shut, the tears I've been holding finally falling freely, I can't even process what's going on in my mind right now, I just want to see mom.

"First time going away from home" I hear a voice ask, I look up to see a young guy standing next to my bags, hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy sweatpants.

"Not really, just first time traveling without a special someone" I answer.

"We all get our first time experiences" he says but I'm barely listening to him as I drift into sleep.