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| I remember those times I would look for trouble and run to my mother's arms for safety. Her arms I believed were the safest place in the world. Not that it's not still safe, but I only grew up. And this happened so fast. So fast that before I could realise, I was already responsible for me. I was like 'hold up, wait a minute'. Adulthood is every child's dream, but little do they know. All I could think of was the freedom. I had seen my mates cry all the time. From fall, or that there was no extra pringles in their lunchbox. But never for once have I seen an adult cry. Maybe because they were so tall, I couldn't get a glimpse of their face. I never saw the bills coming. Gosh the bills. Yes the bills. What am I supposed to do with that? |
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