When I get home my mother is there on the door way.

“It’s nice hey, waking up and going out.”

“I was going to get some fresh air.” I say dumbfounded, I know my mother is strict but ever since I finished it as if she became more strict.

“Fresh air you say. You are 18 years, soon to be 19 years and all you do is go strolling around the township, your age mates are out there working or hustling and what do you do, you go and get fresh air.”

“I have been trying looking for work anywhere but no one is hiring.”

“And how is that my problem exactly?” she asks with her hands on her hips “There’s your rubbish I want you out of my house.”

I look at the 2 plastic bags and back at my mom. “Where am I supposed to go?” I ask swallowing back tears.

“I left my home when I was your age and I made a plan; it’s time for you to make a plan for yourself.” With that she walks inside and closes the door behind her.

I try to open the door even though I heard her lock turn. “Mom.” I half shout with a trembling voice, with no answer I take my plastic bags and walk out half hoping that I hear voice telling me that she was just playing a sick joke and I can come back but no there’s no calling back at me just silence with her looking at me through the window.