Caged Between The CEO And His Son

Daisy

My small community is experiencing a sunny day. At the train station, my mother and I are waiting in a long queue to purchase train tickets to New York City.

Yes, you heard me. The city of New York.

As the scorching sun wiped the perspiration from my temples, I let out a sigh. Why today of all days decided to be so sunny is beyond me. Yesterday it rained.

Nobody anticipated that today would be so sunny!

It's blazing hot.

Yesterday's rain made me happy. I honestly believed that this trip would be canceled since it would rain today.

Please understand that I am not upset about our trip to the large city of New York. New York is adored by all. However, every time we go to a new setting, I start to feel nervous.

It's not like I've taken many trips in my seventeen years of existence. Since my birth, I haven't even left this little town. However, we've moved a few times. Thanks to my mother, who enjoys exploring new areas.

She has now decided to relocate to New York City.

It's a large one, indeed. She has decided to make a big move.

Every time I'm in a new setting, I get ill and anxious. "You will love New York City, sweetie," my mother once said, and I repeat her. There is nothing to be concerned about. I have medicine for it in case you get sick."

Mothers.

I sighed and gripped my luggage tightly to keep criminals from taking it.

Yes, robbers. This town has a large number of them. Since everyone is holding their luggage, I assume they are primarily present here.

If I had the thieves' mindset? They probably believe that everyone's luggage contains a significant amount of cash.

If they take ours, that is. We only have our ticket money, so when they open it, they will be quite disappointed.

We're not wealthy.

This is an awful state to be in.

I haven't told you the most intriguing reason we're relocating to New York, though.

However, there are two explanations.

First, we're heading to my dad's house. According to Mum, he owns a large home in the city.

He is quite wealthy and well-educated, she said. And would adore seeing me.

That gives me even more cause to be thrilled. But I'm being held back by my fear of unfamiliar situations.

I'm glad I'll be seeing my father at last.

All my life, I have missed him. even though I've never met him.

According to his mother, he is now a retired soldier.

I questioned her about why he hadn't visited me throughout the years.

The nature of his work, she explained, would not permit it.

I thought about what she had said. I once looked up the nature of my classmate's job using his phone.

I learned that soldiers are permitted to occasionally visit their homes.

I knew then that my mother had been lying to me. After doing more research, I learned that troops typically lose their lives in battle and operations.

I felt awful right away.

My dad passed away during one of his surgeries, thus she was lying to me. He was unable to come to see us because of this. She didn't want me to feel horrible, so she lied to me.

I kept what I had discovered from her. I simply didn't tell anyone. Even though I sobbed in private in the school lavatory.

I yearned for a father figure in my life.

However, he has passed away.

It was a fact of life. On that day, I returned home beaming, and my mother had no suspicions. I didn't want to worry her. Every time she worries, I detest it.

When she is weeping, it's worse.

It's a horrible sensation.

I've witnessed her crying multiple times, but I'm not sure why. She never answers me, not even when I ask her.

I have a gut feeling that she misses my dad. She must have been reflecting on her past relationship with him.

Every time I see her crying, my heart tightens. It also makes me want to cry.

My father has passed away. He will never return. I already knew that he was gone, even if she didn't want to tell me.

He is no longer alive and will never return.

Or so I believed.

Out of the blue, she revealed that we were traveling to New York City to visit my dad, who was anxious to meet me.

She also informed me that he funded our train tickets.

I sensed. I'm not sure how I truly felt at the time, but I can say that I was happy.

I was mistaken about my dad's death. It's reliving.

I'll finally get to meet my father. Take the time to speak with him and ask him all the things I had in mind before I did the study on his line of work.

He has a fascinating profession. Troops. I believe I'm somewhat interested in it. I believe that if we discuss it together, my interest will grow significantly.

And one day, perhaps, become one.

"Are you excited, sweetie?" With a laugh, Mum asked.

I tried to look up at her and attempted a smile, but the sun was harsh. I immediately looked away.

I can't stand the sun. My eyes suffer from it. I'm also not wearing my glasses.

Glasses, indeed. I wear them most of the time, especially when I'm studying. My glasses are in my purse. Right now, I don't feel like wearing them.

To be honest, I detest wearing them.

Mom laughed once again. "My dear, you'll adore it. You will visit your father and attend the largest school in the world. She joyfully squealed to get people's attention.

Oh, jingles.

"My daughter, Daisy." She gestured to me while she spoke to them. "She got a scholarship to study in a very big school in New York." With pride, she said.

Fire.

"Wow" "That's nice" "Congratulations."

Various folks told me. I nodded at them and feigned a grin.

"I am proud of you, Hunny." Mum squealed joyfully and whispered to me a little.

I let out a sigh.

Yes. a scholarship.

I apologize for not telling you.

That's because it doesn't thrill me.

Indeed, it is the second reason we are getting on a train. There are two causes, as I mentioned.

I'm contemplating how to handle a completely unfamiliar city, and there's this esteemed school-I can't remember the name-that is waiting for me.

Oh, phew.

To be honest, I had no intention of applying for the scholarship.

Everything was mum.

She is responsible for everything that occurs in my life.

Both good and bad.

One afternoon, she returned from the market holding a piece of paper. She gave it to me and demanded that I sign it to take the test.

My mother is that. She does it that way.

She threw an unexpected exam at me as if it were a casual matter. And you know what? There were just three days left until the test.

Given the little notice, how does she expect me to write the exam? There is not much time left.

I paraphrase her when she says, "I trust you, baby, You're capable. You possess a great deal of intelligence. Your father's brains are in you. Don't pass up this chance, sweetie; I saved all of my money to acquire you this form."

Goodness.

Nevertheless, I signed the document.

I studied as much as I could, took the tests, and received a 96 percent score, placing me #1 on the list.

When Mum saw the results, she nearly lost her mind.

She was ecstatic.

She came up with our vacation to New York three days later.

Since recipients of the scholarship are expected to return to school two weeks after the results are out, I questioned why there was such a rush.

Then she mentioned my dad, and now we're still waiting for a ticket in a big line.

Before it's our turn, I hope the ticket expires.

After saying so to myself, I turned to face my mother.

She seemed to be seeking something as she looked ahead. She is most likely keeping track of how many people will purchase tickets before us.

She would have screamed at me if she had heard what I said.

This has to do with my new school and my dad.

Which are positive things.

I ought to be content.

I shouldn't be afraid of a new school or becoming sick.

A new school, Geez. I haven't thought about it much yet.

I'm on my way to senior year. My mother urged me to apply for the scholarship mostly because she had heard that everyone who completes their education at the institution will be immediately admitted to any college of their choosing.

Whoa.

It's alluring.

It makes sense why my mother was so readily seduced. She merely made sure I had a future. She only wants what's best for me, and I'm happy she's my mother. She has a very good heart.

She is the greatest mother ever, despite having the usual problems of mothers. I am going to that school primarily because of her. I wish for her happiness.

My top priority is her happiness. I'll go to an unknown wealthy school as it will make her happy.

Oh, jingles. I'm getting shivers just thinking about it. I will have the opportunity to meet new individuals in a completely new setting.

I'm hoping to avoid becoming sick.

Keep in mind the pupils' situation there. It's a distinguished institution. Every child there comes from an affluent family, I'm sure.

Boy, oh boy.

On my first day, I hope I don't faint.

To avoid having a panic attack, I should put it out of my mind for the time being. I'll be going back to school in two weeks.

"Two tickets to New York City, please!" My ears were penetrated by my mother's loud, joyful voice. We're standing at the counter right now, I realized.

Whoa!