A little story
Adult me : ....
Younger me : Can you just stay here? spend the rest of my days here?
Adult me : /Stare her/. Come, give me a hug.
Younger me : /Approaching/ /Hugging her older self/
Adult me : I know this is so hard for you. You're just 7 years old. You should play with your friends, not like this. Crying so much, always dissapointed.
Younger me : What should i do? Don't leave me again...please.
Adult me : I wish i can. I wish i could protect you from now on, but i can't
Younger me : Why? Why you leave me alone like the others?! Please, only you can understand my feelings, not even mommy and daddy. Was i born a poor child, that's why everyone left me?
Adult me : You shouldn't say things like that. Just so you now, not everything you think is good is an angel. Sometimes, they leave you because they're not good for you.
Younger me : Then are you bad for me? Cause you're will leave me too.
Adult me : Time will tell.
Younger me : What about them? They always hurt me. /Begin to cry/
Adult me : Sshh... You're strong right? You're the strongest kid i know. I want you be a hero to mommy and daddy, take care of your sister with all your might and make others laugh at your antics.
Younger me : Can i? It was impossible to do.
Adult me : I know you can do it.
Younger me : What if i cry in front of them? Do i remain said to be strong?
Adult me : Do it if it allows you to show them what's in your heart.
Younger me : Will i smile even i feel sad?
Adult me : Do what you can. Show everyone you're a strong kid.
Younger me : /Crying out loud/
Adult me : Hey, hey... look at me. /Wiped out her tears/. I know you're strong, I know you can through this as time goes by, I know the wound in your heart is not lost. But remember one thing... that God will not abandon you.
Younger me : Are you feeling sad right now? Your eyes is red and a little tears in your eyes.
Adult me : Can you hug me again?
Younger me : Okay.
Adult me : Eumm.. did you mind if i cry in your arms?
Younger me : Sure, no problem. /Hug closer/
Adult me : /Crying out loud in the arms.
*I wish i could see her just for a little while
-The End
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The Part of Life
ContoThis our story, our feelings, no just me. The main character here is yourself. Not me. Share to some of the parts of life we relate to ourselves. Btw, i'm an entreprenaur from indonesia, i wish we can connected to some parts i've typed up^^ And if m...
