I arrived on platform 9 ¾ with a look with fear and excitement. This year was going to be an exciting year. As I looked to the side, and my mother was standing next to me, admiring the view. She was not a witch herself, but her great grandmother Elda was, and a great one at that. As I looked at her, I realized how excited she felt for me and after all these years of being a single parent, she never struggled to make ends meet. I knew she loved me more than anything. But even though she said this to me time and time again, I felt this was not the truth.
As I was about to ask her what she was thinking about, she looked at me and smiled.
"Stella, do you have everything you need? Toothbrush, phone, clothes, robes, camera, another stationary set so you can write to me-"I patted my suitcase and replied, "mom, I have everything." I tried to smile, but all I could feel was the sadness of leaving my mother alone, in an empty house of memories. I felt like I wanted to cry, but I tried not to let the tears win the battle of water works. I stared at the train in hope that my tears would disappear. No such luck. My tears spilled out of my eyes ruining the perfect makeup I had put on.
"Look at me Stella" My mother put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face her. I looked in her eyes and seemed to be filled with hope. I always trust her to be the optimist.
"I just want you to know that I love you very much, and you are the reason I wake up every morning to live my life. Remember always, that whenever you want to give up, I am always there to help you through whatever problems you have, because in this life, you are all that matters to me. I always want you to be happy in no matter what you do because you have to live life while you can. There is no point in doing things that make you unhappy. So please" she wiped away my tears, and held my face gently. " be happy, and be the best you can be at Hogwarts, because you are so intelligent that one day you are going to be great. I believe in you Amiga." ( My mother's nickname for me) I sniffled and tried to hold back the flood of tears that was making my face look like a smudged canvas. I carefully dried away my tears and tried to calm myself down.
"Mom, I love you more than anything in this world and I'm gonna try my best here. Because one day ," I said proudly, "I'm going to be somebody and make it in this world. We are going to move out of that dingy little apartment in Brooklyn, and I'm going to buy you your first house."
My mother smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about that now, for now, focus on your studies and your future. But first, "she looked at her watch hurriedly, " we need to get you on the train! It's eleven o clock!"
As the conductor loaded my trunk on the train, my mother hugged and kissed me goodbye. I never felt such sorrow in my whole life, but I knew that it must have been harder for her letting me go to a world of magic and mysticism. A world that was completely unfamiliar and foreign to me was going to be my home for the next few months.
I looked back at my mother, waving to me from a distance. Soon the train started moving faster and faster, and she was gone.