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.

-100 words

Daily Prompt: Border