"Mom!" I complained as she hugged me for the sixth time since we got to the airport half an hour ago. "I love you and I know you’re worried about me going to the UK for a year, but I’m going to have my cell with me at all times, and I’ll give you the apartment number as soon as I find out what it is." I was already scared and nervous to leave, and mom was not helping at all.
"I know, Ali, honey. But you’re going to be there all by yourself with no parental supervision!" She sobbed, hugging me yet again.
"Mom! I know what you’re thinking and that is so not why I’m going to the UK! I’m going for music. That’s it!