I heaved a deep sigh as I closed the door gently behind me. The look on my mother's face carved itself a timeless frame in my mind and just when I thought my heart was hardened enough, the tears proved me wrong. They would have been willing to continue trickling all day, but I sniffled them in and began heading to get my bag, keeping my movements as unnoticeable as possible.
Some of the guards however saw me headed to my ride with my backpack clutched tightly under my arm but were either too distracted to be suspicious, or I had earned myself the right to be allowed unmonitored motion. Meanwhile, I held my heart in my hands and quickened my steps until I had settled in the BMW automobile, whose keys I had been given.
Immediately, I had wheeled out of the driveway and onto the tarred road
