Short Stories 174 — Writing Prompt 7

Write about someone who is always looking toward the future.

Gabe stood on the balcony of his house, gazing one last time, taking everything in. Moving out of his parent's house and in his own place. Proud yet nervous, happy yet down. He had been waiting for this day for months and now when the day has come, he feels uncertainty. Has a lot of memories in this house and with his parents, and just thinking about it made him emotional.

As he stood there, trying to put a lid on his emotions. But failed and tears started rolling down his eyes. Kept wiping them, but they did not seem to end. Suddenly he felt a hand, and from the warmth and love oozing out of it, he knew within seconds, it’s his mother’s hand. He turned around and embraced her, and cried like he had cried when he was 11 years old.

She stayed silent and his child weep for a minute. She knew, all Gabe wanted was to let the emotions out and nothing else. Gabe’s mother cradled his son and patted his back with love and after a while, Gabe had calmed down.

This time he wiped his tears in a single attempt.

“What are you crying? This is all you wanted right. To stay alone,” Gabe’s mother spoke in a tender and loving tone. “Now the day has come. You are all grown up and your dad and I don’t even know, how soon you grew up. But this is what you had decided, right? Now go and live out there, in the world. Enjoy life the way you want to, and one more thing, don’t worry about us. We will be fine. Aright!”

“I did not realize how quickly these 8 months passed by. I thought I had enough time to stay a little longer with you guys, but time flew by. And, now I know whether it is the right decision or not?” Gabe spoke as he tried to stop his tears that again shown up out of nowhere.

“And how will you find out whether it is a right decision or not?”

“By taking the first step.” Gabe cried a little more as he spoke.

“Exactly. You do know all the answers, yet here you are, sobbing like a little baby,” his mother replied with a smile.

“That is not the case.”

“Then what is?”

“Once I leave the house, let’s say we meet twice every year. And…” he couldn’t stop his tears and cried out loud.

“What is it?” His mother said with concern, “ Don’t cry, dear”

“Let’s sa…, Let’s say, you live for 20 years due to your medical conditions, then I will get to meet you only 40 times,” Gabe kept weeping mid sentences.

“Oh my God, is that it,” his mother replied. “Then you can come four times a year and the number just doubles.” Mother and son, both traded looks, and this mother replied, “Okay. Okay. Listen, Gabe, it is our job as a parent to take care of you. But at the same time, it is our job to not protect you, but to prepare you for life. It is going to be difficult out there and we are sure you will be fine. And about the meeting thing, I love you and so does your dad. We love you. And we are proud of you and we will always be with you, no matter what, so rest assured and live your life, stop worrying about the future and live in the present, will you?”

Gabe was feeling better now, after getting fondly scolded by his mother.

“It has been a while since I cried, and to be honest I feel light and much better,” Gabe said to his mother with a smile.

“And one more thing, don’t hold on to things. Let your concerns be known to others and let them feel heavy. We don’t need to stress. Remember what dad says, we don’t take stress, we just give it.” with that they both traded smiles and hugged once again and Gabe started preparing for his departure.

Gabe had commenced his journey with a smile on his face rather than worry, all thanks to his mother.

Not a pro write — trying to figure out writing and being articulate — just a side gig — not expecting much from it except learning—Hope you enjoy your stay.