My Mother’s Prince - The Day the Prince Left the Castle - Part 20
The Day the Prince Left the Castle
The suitcase looked bigger than necessary.
Or maybe the room looked smaller than usual.
His mother stood near the door holding a small steel container.
“Open your bag,” she said.
He sighed.
“Amma… the training center has a canteen.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you packing food like I’m going to Antarctica?”
She calmly placed the box inside.
“Because canteens do not understand mother-level cooking.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
The house felt strangely quiet that morning.
Normally his mother would be talking about something random.
Electricity bill.
Milk price.
Why neighbors water plants like they are running a waterfall competition.
But today she was quieter.
Not sad.
Just careful with her emotions.
He looked around the room one last time.
The desk where he studied.
The old chair with the slightly broken leg.
And on the shelf…
The red rubber ball.
Still there.
Still loyal.
He picked it up.
Tossed it once.
Caught it.
“Coming with me?” he joked.
His mother looked up.
“If you start playing ball in the training center, they may promote you to sports department.”
He laughed.
The auto arrived outside.
Suitcase loaded.
Bag placed.
Everything ready.
Except…
Leaving.
His mother stood at the door.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then she said softly,
“So… my prince is leaving the kingdom.”
He smiled faintly.
“Temporary mission.”
“Good answer.”
Then she adjusted his collar like she used to do when he went to school.
“You know how to cook basic things?”
“Yes.”
“Laundry?”
“Yes.”
“Handling difficult people?”
He paused.
“Working on it.”
She nodded approvingly.
“Most important skill.”
Then she suddenly said something serious.
“When you feel lonely…”
“Yes?”
“Don’t run back immediately.”
He looked at her, surprised.
She continued gently.
“Sit with the feeling for a while.”
“Why?”
“Because loneliness is also a teacher.”
He nodded slowly.
His mother had a strange way of turning life lessons into simple sentences.
Before stepping into the auto, he hesitated.
“Amma…”
“Yes?”
“Are you okay staying alone?”
She smiled.
“I raised you alone.”
He chuckled softly.
“Fair point.”
Then she added with playful pride,
“And now I will enjoy my peaceful kingdom.”
“You mean no one to steal snacks from the kitchen?”
“Exactly.”
The auto started moving.
He looked back.
His mother stood at the gate.
Not waving dramatically.
Just standing calmly.
Like someone who knew this moment was necessary.
The city bus stand was crowded.
People rushing.
Announcements echoing.
Vendors shouting about tea.
Life moving at full speed.
He found his seat.
Placed the suitcase above.
And sat down near the window.
For the first time in his life…
He was leaving home alone.
As the bus started moving, he took out his phone.
Two messages waited.
First from Meera.
“Safe journey. Call when you reach.”
Second from his mother.
“Prince, don’t forget the food box.”
He smiled.
Of course.
Three hours later, the new city appeared.
Bigger roads.
Taller buildings.
More noise.
More strangers.
He stepped down from the bus with his suitcase.
For a moment he just stood there.
Nobody knew him here.
Nobody cared about his past.
Nobody knew he once struggled in interviews.
Nobody knew he was “his mother’s prince.”
Here…
He was simply another man starting something new.
He took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he said quietly to himself.
“Let’s see what this city teaches.”
And with that…
The prince stepped into a larger kingdom.
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