I have one friend, a childhood friend. A boy named "R" . It's just a nickname, not a real name for privacy purposes. We played a lot together, in his home and outside. Games, any games you think of, we played it a lot.
Once I become a woman, my child self is a kid who is best described as "hyperactive" . I also have a mischief head all the time. That makes my mom's head exploded sometimes.
But I remember, despite that I was just a kid, who was also crying all the time and whined a lot. I'm crying big and terribly, making all of her friends scared of me. (my big sister friends, btw).
But I am also fond of my child self. She is a kid who wants to know everything, a crybaby, a hyperactive kid, a little sister to my big brother and sister. A child that teased a lot, called "nose" by my uncle because he thought my nose was a really pretty thing. It once made me angry all the time with the nickname.
Mhm, after growing up. My time with R has become less now, but I am still fond of him and wish him the best. I am also proud of my child self, we don't talk about my teenage years yet. I'm a young adult now.
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Diary (VENT)
Non-FictionMy name Bloom, a girl who very confused about many things. Adventorous girl who search who she has who wanna be? A girl with a no perfect family.
