The day I decided to leave home
I was fast asleep . It was 1.30 in the morning. I was dreaming about my day ahead . It was gong to be fantastic . I was going for my final MBA interview . I was on the cusp of changing my life . It was going to be my grand coming out from the shadow of my adolescence . Out of the grip of my suffering mother. Out of the savage grip of my poverty .
I was dreaming of my next life out of the prison of my constraints . In my dream I felt the hands of my father on my shoulder . I felt safe.