She placed her soft lips on both my chubby cheeks as if she was happily bidding me to the heavens. Her eyes, filled of tears. Tears of joy, tears of her motherly love. She wrapped her warm arms around my slim body, murmuring something I couldn't comprehend... Maybe it was a prayer or an advice. She hugged me like this for a moment. I felt her tears touch my leathery skin, it was the first time I was going to leave home. Stopping a taxi from across the busy street, she cupped my face gently, tears still pouring down her pretty eyes.

"Remember what I told you? Always be a good girl." She said, finally.

"Okay mum, I promise."

I wore a kind of smile that tells her everything would be fine and that I'll always adore her motherly sensitivity. 

My mother waved me goodbye as I carried my box into the taxi with little difficulty. The beetle-like vehicle drove down the road like a butterfly, fluttering in the evening breeze, attracted to the thread of fragrance, the taxi rode down the road to Bronx Television College. A place where I desire to achieve skills and knowledge to become greater amongst my peers in the paths of life. The college is said to be the best in the whole of New York. It's building potrays artistic designs and modern art crafts that causes bleedings to my heart and sight. I wanted to see more! I wanted to know more!!

Surely, 'The Bronx College' is just the way they described. A place where you find your dreams. Well, it might interest you to know that only dreamers, dream. A dreamer like me.

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