I stood at the border, a wrought iron fence. My parents helped carry my suitcase. Once across, I would be enclosed for 4 months. There would be no return until Christmas. A tear rolled down my cheek.
Mom knelt and wiped the tear with her thumb. “You are going to have so much fun once you settle in.”
I felt dad’s warm hand on my shoulder. “I’m so proud of you,” he smiled.
Inside me, hope and fear waged a battle. I gulped and tried to remember my passion for learning. Chin up, I led the way to boarding school.