The morning sky was still dark as Rosie emptied the drawers of her dresser. She folded every garment carefully and struggled to fit most of her wardrobe in a small suitcase. "Dear, are you sure you want to leave? Who knows what horrors you'll encounter! I'm sure you'll come back crying to your momma. Just, reconsider darling, this is just far too rash!" her mother warned the young girl.
She dismissed the question, insulted that her own mother doubted her strength. She emptied the suitcase at once. It was a complete mess! There were simply not enough pajamas! She explored another drawer and spotted her favorite pajama bottoms: pink with cupcakes on them. Her mother was still looking at her with disapproval.
She gave her a weak smile. "Mother, I'll be fine. I've always wanted to travel," she said attempting to ease her mother's nerves. She had resolved months ago that she was old enough to leave home. She was tired of being a burden to her family and was certain that her absence would leave them with more money to spend, and therefore, a better life.
She gulped, reminding herself of the long road ahead that awaited her eagerly and the difficulties she must face. Her suitcase was now filled in a satisfactory manner. She closed her suitcase and reached for a large backpack where she packed a small tent, a warm quilt, dried fruit, a container of water, and various products to preserve her impecable hygiene.
She emptied her jar of savings where she had placed the earnings of her part-time job for the past few months. She placed the money in a discreet compartment and closed the backpack. Satisfied with her packing, she hung the backpack onto her shoulders and grabbed the suitcase with one of her free hands.
At last, she made her way to the door. She looked back and waved goodbye, as if she was going to visit a friend and return shortly. Her mother had held back from crying while she packed her clothes carelessly. Her impending tears finally found a way to her eyes and Rosie outstretched her arms to embrace her.
She bid her a bitter farewell with tears in her own eyes, then she stepped outside and closed the door behind her, keeping herself from looking back, lest she burst into tears. The sun rose from the east as she walked towards her new life. She took a breath of the fresh morning air and held onto the straps of her backpack with both hands. She tread on the path she had stepped on so often as a child, admiring the places where she used to play and all that she was leaving behind.
There was a skip in her every step. Her adventure was just about to begin. She walked past all the paths she knew, and sought to find something entirely new. She walked on, admiring the new sights as they unfolded before her eyes. The grass was green, the flowers were bright, and Rosie walked on until the night. At last, she found a spot to rest, came to a stop and set up her tent. She kicked off her shoes to free her tired feet, then lay down on the tent's cold floor and went to sleep.