A yoga room, at last. Flash fiction
“Can’t you at least wait until tonight? Sam is still here, you know?” my husband said as I started to pull my yoga mat and other equipment into what used to be Sam’s bedroom. She still had a few boxes to move, but apart from that, the room was free.
“She won’t mind.”
“It’s just like you could not wait for her leave.”
“Well, she is twenty-six. To be honest, I thought this day would never come.”
“You are such a cold-hearted mother.”
“Then show a little compassion, your daughter is moving to Australia, and all you are worried about is to transform her bedroom into a gym.”
“What do you suggest we do with the room, a museum dedicated to Sam? Or perhaps we could build a shrine for our precious princess.”
Seriously, my husband was a big softy when it came to our only daughter; he passed her everything. Of course, I loved my daughter, what mother wouldn’t? But at her age, I was married and had left home for almost a decade. On the contrary, since Sam finished school, she had not worked and spent hours in that room on the computer, doing God knows what. And she would not help with the house chores. All I was for her was a servant and a taxi driver. So, pardon me if I am rejoicing in this moment, but it is time that she learns to fly out of her own wings. But my husband would not see it like that.
He had been secretly crying when she announced that she had met Peter and was moving with him to Australia.
“Mum? What are you doing?” Sam said as she joined us.
“I am going to make this room my personal, private sanctuary.”
“But you can’t; this my room.”
“You won’t need it, love.”
“What if I come back to visit?”
“Then, I'll move my yoga stuff, and you'll be able to use the bed. What is wrong with you two?”
“Mum, you’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”
“No, my darling, I will miss you very much, and to be honest, I do not want you to go so far from home, but this is your life and mine must continue. You’ve no idea how much I’m going to miss you,” I said as I hugged her.
Then she sobbed as if she was still my little girl with a ponytail, and braces in her mouth.
“Oh, Mum, I think I am making a mistake.” Then she moved out of my arms and ran out of the room. “Dad, stop the van! I’m not going. Bring the boxes back in here,” I heard her say.
Horror struck my mind, and I wanted to scream, ‘Nooooo, go. Leave, just leave.’ That would have made me sound indeed like an awful mother. When I thought I’d my life back, it was just an illusion. I will never have my life again.