Tears run down my face. Despite the blurred sight, I keep on following the long road ahead of me. In my head sentences alternate, my heart hurts, every word repeatedly relived. Starting to tremble beyond control, I have to stop. I lean against the steering wheel of my bike, close my eyes and try to focus on breathing. “Do what makes you happy”. “She’s on her way to that man”. “He isn’t even your real father”. The images appearing in my head make me tear up again. My mother shaking my father roughly, meanwhile looking furiously in my direction. How could she wake up a hardworking man, during his much-deserved sleep after a long night working at the factory and drag him into her insecurities? The confusion in his eyes, the confusion in my soul. Indeed, that man has become a father to me too, I certainly don’t mean to hurt him, however…He is not my only dad. I have every right to do this. This time I won’t turn around and surrender. This time I will get back on my bike, start pedaling again, a determined smile mingling with the tears, cycling as fast as I can towards my future.