*PRESENT DAY: 13th December, 2023*
*BACK TO THE PREVIOUS: May 1st, 2023*
Dear Reader,
Before the first day of may, Somewhere in April, I wished to be her. I thought maybe things would be a lot easier if I was prettier and taller. I thought it would be a lot easier if my complexion was a little lighter and if I walked and talked just like her. I thought I'd be happier if I was her mother's daughter because I liked the way the world revolved around her. I failed to think about the insights or the things that existed deeper because her surface was the perfect cover. I thought my life would be better if I was a little....no, not little, exactly like her.
She was a total stranger and at a distance, spring was a lot greener. With time I started to discover, when I started to go closer. On the 1st of may 2023, I realized she was not any better and her struggles was much stronger. She hid her sorrows in her fancy clothes and she held it in even when she wanted to scream and break things. Just like me, she had a hurting soul and she had faced things the world may never know.
After I got to know her, I no longer wanted to be her. I know I'm not as pretty as her but I'm ok just the way I am and I love being my mother's daughter.
Dear Reader, On the 1st of may 2023, I liked my world because i believed it would get better.
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