My mother and I were walking to the school hand in hand. I could feel my mother’s feelings clouding over thinking of me and my damaged eye.
My mother and father said that since I had to be independent I had to study and they would support me to the end of my study. I was more prepared than my mother and I was thinking I can do much better than my mother.
At the last step into the door, my mother was sweating hard and had a hard time stepping over into the public space.