20. Gypsy girl

Climbing down the stairs was my mother, my new teacher, the person who was responsible for half of the bitterness in my character. The woman who felt comfortable leaving her two-years-old baby girl and traveling the world.

The same one who was standing before me now, when I no longer had the need for her hugs and kisses when I fell and hit my knees, or her advice when my body changed into the shape of a young woman. Her job to do my hair in the morning and pick my clothes for school was now in Tina’s hands. I had Linda to share and comfort me in hard moments, like this one. I had my art to express myself. I was now able to take care of myself.

I didn’t need her anymore.

Right?

“Can you two leave us alone, please?” Annabeth asked Thomas and my best friend, and I glued Linda’s hand to mine.

Thomas just stared at our new teacher and then at me, also not leaving.

Good boy.

“They are not leaving us alone, mostly because there is no us.” I said through my teeth. “We are leaving!”

I got up