Mom screamed, "Why should I tell you the password? If I told you, you're definitely going to change the applications back to those faraway colleges again, aren't you?

"Over my dead body! There's no way I'm ever going to tell you! If you dare to change your application again, don't you ever acknowledge me as your mother! I don't have a stubborn daughter like you!"

She had said this to me many times in the past. Last time, I would always cry and beg her to take that back, ultimately giving up on my choice.

But this time, I just stared at her for a few seconds before turning around, rushing toward the door, and running out.

"Suzanne Gibson! Where are you going! Come back at once!"

Her shouting was muffled as the door slammed shut behind me.

As soon as I ran out of the neighborhood, my phone started blowing up with calls and texts. The first one was a call from an aunt. I rejected the call. The second call was from an uncle. Then, one after another, all of my relatives began calling me up, and my text messages were flooded as well.

"Suzy! How could you do such a thing to your mom! Don't you know how hard it is for her to raise you on her own!"

"I heard that you're planning to enroll in a college far away? It's not good for a woman to leave her home. Listen to your mom and stay home with her."

Every single text message told me to listen to Mom.

I read the messages one by one and found them simply ridiculous.

My aunt, Hilary Mercer, used to have a daughter, Daisy Walters, and she had actually enrolled in the very same teaching college Mom was forcing me to go to. Aunt Hilary absolutely refused to let Daisy attend that college and even made a huge fuss about killing herself if Daisy went there.

She then forced Daisy to marry and settle down the following year, and Daisy was then tortured by her own in-laws for not being able to give birth to a son for years. Ultimately, she overdosed on drugs and died a while ago.

And yet, now, Aunt Hilary was telling me to compromise and go down the same path.

However, I knew that I couldn't afford to fight fire with fire this time.

I still had three days grace period before the application was closed. Even if I were to find a way to change my application back, Mom would definitely cause a scene once again.

I sat on the playground swing, scrolling through Instagram reels and feeling absolutely restless and frustrated.

Suddenly, I saw a photo of one of my seniors, Katie Boyle, at a hacking championship with a trophy in her hands. My spirits lifted at once. An idea had just popped into my head.

I'd only just finished texting Katie when my phone rang again. This time, it was from another aunt, Heidi Mercer.

I answered the call.

"Suzy! Where are you?"

She sounded urgent.

"Hurry up and come to the hospital now! Your mom just fainted!"

Mom was already awake by the time I got to the hospital. She leaned back in bed, her face pale, an IV drip in the back of her hand.

She scoffed when she was me walk in and turned her head to the side. "What are you still doing here? I don't have a disobedient daughter like you."

"What are you saying, Holly!" Aunt Heidi exclaimed, trying to calm her down. She then pulled me to sit. "Don't you know that Suzy immediately rushed over as soon as she knew that you'd fainted?

"Also, Suzy, you can't blame me for lecturing you, but your mom never ate or drank the entire day today because she was worried sick about your college application. That's why she fainted. She was simply too stressed out. Can't you just be a little more considerate?"

I'd heard these words too many times. I would always compromise under my relatives' pressure. And I knew that I had no choice but to continue compromising this time. I had to, for the sake of my future and to get Mom's guard down.

I lowered my head and dug my nails into my palms, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

It was deathly quiet in the ward for a few seconds.

Mom turned to look at me suspiciously.

"I know that I shouldn't have made you angry," I continued, sounding tired, helpless, and exhausted. "As for the college applications… I'll just do whatever you want."

Mom's eyes lit up immediately. "Really? You're willing to stay and enroll in a local college?"

I smiled bitterly. "What else can I do? You're already hospitalized from the stress, and you've changed the password on my account. What can I even do about it now?"

"See? That's the spirit!" Aunt Heidi said at once, clapping her hands in joy. "You're doing the right thing, Suzy. Your mom would never harm you on purpose. She's doing all this for your own good!"

Mom was beaming. She reached out to me and patted me on the back of my hand, speaking in an oddly gentle voice, "That's my good and obedient daughter. You're still young and think you want to explore the world on your own, but you'll understand why I'm doing this when you're older."

"It's so much better for you to stay here," Mom said. "I can cook and do your laundry for you. Who's going to be taking care of you if you went to another city instead?"

Her hands were warm as she held mine tightly.

In my past life, she held my hands like this too, saying, "I'm only doing all this for your own good."

Then, I ended up working at a gas station, exposed to the wind and sun, with my hands literally cracking from the cold, earning only 7.50 dollars an hour.

I also ended up being pinned to the ground by my husband and brutally beaten up until my teeth fell loose and rolled to the floor.

I just let Mom hold my hands without drawing them back, responding slightly, "Fine."

For the next two days, I became a lot quieter and more obedient than usual. Mom would log onto the application system at least twice every day, just to make sure that I didn't change it.

I didn't say much about it. In fact, I even leaned over and said something like, "I guess the teaching course you chose for me isn't that bad after all."

I went with her to the farmers market, helped her with lunch and dinner, and massaged her shoulders and feet when they were sore. I did everything she told me to do and didn't fight back at all.

She finally let her guard down and relaxed around me. Even her tone while talking to the relatives on the phone was light and happy. She praised me for finally being sensible and being mature enough to understand her good intentions.

On the night of the college application deadline, I told her after dinner, "Mom, one of my classmates said that there's going to be a meteor shower tonight on the mountain outside the city. I wanna go see it. But if you're worried about me, you can hold on to my phone and come with me if you want."

She was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting me to make such a request.

She took my phone from me and looked through it for a while, and found nothing amiss. Then, she looked at my eager expression and nodded.

"Fine. I'll come with you so you don't just run off on your own."

It was around 9:00 pm when we went up the mountain. There were already some people waiting for us at the top of the hill.

I quietly stayed by Mom's side, chatting with her like everything was normal.

Around 11:40 pm, I tugged on her sleeve and said, "Mom, I need to use the toilet."

Mom was worried that I'd pull a fast one on her and went with me, waiting for me at the entrance to the women's restroom.

I went into the farthest stall, locked the door, and dug out an old phone that was hidden in my jeans pocket. It was my old phone from when I was still in junior high, and the number wasn't working anymore. However, it could still connect to Wi-Fi.

I hurriedly switched it on and connected it to the public Wi-Fi at the observation deck. Then, I logged into a cloud-based note app.

It contained a complex password and a phone number.

I dialed the number. The call connected after three rings.

"Hello?"

A young woman's voice answered.

"It's me," I said, lowering my voice. "It's now time."

I hung up and felt my heart pounding in my chest. My palms were also clammy, and I had to breathe deeply to calm down. I hid the phone back inside my pocket, flushed, and walked out of the cubicle.

Mom was waiting at the door. She gave me a once-over when she saw me coming out.

"Why did you take so long?"

"I had a bit of a stomach ache," I said, caressing my stomach. She didn't question any further and hurried me back out to the observation deck.

It was midnight by the time we finally got back to the top.

Mom let out a huge sigh of relief as she flashed me a victorious grin.

"Alright, the system for the college application is finally closed. Everything's set in stone now. You just have to patiently wait for your acceptance letter from the teaching college now."

I turned around and looked at her.

Her face appeared soft and gentle in the dim light of the lamps in the distance, and it was filled with a smug and satisfied look of great victory.

I smiled as well. "Yeah."

My voice drifted in the night breeze, soft yet clear.

"Everything's set in stone now. I'm going to Brayton College for sure."