• One look at the crowd, I’d knew that everyone in town had showed up. I don’t even remember how long I’d waited for this day to come, to come back here. This was the place I’d grew up in, the place I’d made my first steps, the place where I’d left her behind.
    Taking another look at the crowd made it even clearer to me. There was no way she was here. She’d never liked crowds even when she’d been with me. She’d always avoided crowded places, one of her many characteristics that I liked.

    No matter how hard I’d tried, I just couldn’t get her smile out of my face. It was because of her that I’d been able to get to where I was today. Those very words that she said made me want to reach my dreams and yet why couldn’t I remember what she’d said that day.
    I remember it being a rainy day. The cats were purring around us and the papers sat neatly in front of me. She sat next to me. I could tell that she too felt the tension that I was feeling. I could see it on her face.

    But no matter how many times I remember, what happened after that was always a blur. I just couldn’t remember and all I had now was the image of her face, those dark brown eyes that could tell no lie, her beautiful voice that could not be matched with words and her kindly gestures and behaviour.

    I snapped back into reality, realizing that the opening act was just about to finish. I felt the vibes from the crowd. Their happiness was the only thing I wanted. I had come this far because of my love for music and the longing to make a difference.

    Walking towards the stage, I grabbed my microphone and carefully positioned myself, something that I had done so many times. Her face appeared before me again and I fell to my knees, tearing up.

    Just then the curtains opened. I had to pull myself up. I couldn’t upset the people that were in the crowd. Wasn’t it my decision to have come here in the first place? I had to try my best at least to prove to her that I had done the right thing.

    Wiping the tears off of my face, I got up onto my feet and smiled up at the crowd. They seemed to be relieved that I was alright and returned to their seats. I wondered what they thought of me now. I had once been one of them. Even now, I pictured myself as a kid in one of the seats with her by my side.

    “Sorry folks for the scare. I hope you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far.”

    The screams of the crowd was my signal to begin. I put my feet together and waited as the music started up. The lights became dim all of a sudden and the spotlight shot up, slowly making its way to me.

    All I want is to dream and hope,
    All I want is to see you again,
    All I want is to be able to be by your side,
    To act as if nothing had happened,
    On the faithful day we were torn apart,
    I pray every night that I’ll see you again,
    But my dreams just don’t seem to be coming through,
    I wish upon a shooting star,
    That you’ll appear before me this very night,
    I hope and I hope with all my might that you appear before my eyes,
    So that I can embrace you like I did before,
    To call your name and to be cared for by you,
    My only wish is to be by your side.

    As soon as the concert was over, I got into my disguise and ran off just in time to catch the crowd. This way I could just blend in and no one would ever know it was me. I'd done this a million times so I didn't think that my manager would mind much.

    Back at the stage, my manager was up to his knees in reporters. He looked all over for me but when he couldn't, he started to panic and ran all over the place. I recognized this street but I stopped suddenly. Was it just my imagination or did I just hear someone call my name?

    Anyway I knew this street. This was the street I'd grow up in. The very street that I'd tripped and scraped my knee, the very street where she had cared for my injured knee and kissed it to make it feel better.

    I turned my head and found the exact house I was looking for. It hadn't changed a bit. The design and colour was as I'd remembered it but the sound of the doorbell had aged. It sounded a little low but at least it still worked.

    After having no response, I decided to ring it again and again and again and again. It was strange for her not to be home. The only logical reason was that she had gone out somewhere but then I was after the imaginative type so I started thinking of all sorts of stuff.
    "I bet she's forgotten me or maybe she fled the country knowing that I was coming back. Maybe she's still angry at me. I knew I shouldn't have gone but I... but I... What else was I supposed to do?"

    The wind suddenly started blowing for some reason and my hat blew right off of my head. It just so happened that I was walking by a high school. I quickly grabbed my hat thinking that no one had seen me.

    I started running the moment I heard loud screams and shrieks of excitement behind me. It was a normal thing for me, running away from adoring fans and all but sometimes it was kind of scary especially when some of them are foaming from the mouth. I don't know whether to stop to help or to run for my own safety.

    Spotting a chance, I ran into a corner and hid my head, thinking that I would look like a beggar like this. And just my luck, they ran right past me without stopping to question me. It really was my lucky day.

    I submerged from my hiding place a little while later knowing that the coast was clear. I dusted my clothes and stood up. I froze suddenly at the sight of a lady standing before me. At first I thought that if I ran I'd be able to lose her but then she smiled and stood still, not even making the slightest of movements.

    It was only then did my mind come back into function. It was her. The person that I had been looking for was standing right in front of me. Without even thinking, I ran towards her and hugged her with all my might, thinking that maybe this would help make up for the lost time we'd had.

    "So how have you been son? I missed your concert but you know how much I hate crowded places and all but I heard it was great."

    I was much taller than her now but no matter how much I changed there was one thing that would never change... She was my mother, my one and only mother, the only woman that I would sacrifice my life for.

    I smiled up at her and grabbed the bags in her hands and we walked back home. I wouldn't stay that long and besides I bet my manager didn't even notice I was gone.

    A few years ago, I had been given an offer, a chance to sing at a concert they were having in town. It had been my decision and without even thinking of my mother, I accepted it and before I knew it I'd become a star. This was the first time I've seen her since then. Explains quite a lot does it and by the way...

    Back at the concert hall, my manager was lying on the floor with foam flowing out of his mouth.

    "Where's my superstar!!!!!!!!!!!!"

    Well you'd foam at the mouth too if you found out that the story had ended and the manager didn't even have a name or at least I think you would.

    Anyway I hoped you enjoyed the story. I wrote it for my mum. Mums work hard for us and we should Repay them. Go moms. If you love your mom, comment and rate. Then again comment and rate if you liked the story but then again... comment and rate if you want. It's your decision not mine.