17 years of existence, she’s been through life’s ups and downs. She was treasured by the best people in the world ,who’d shown love beyond expectations, care behind those strict stares and an everlasting support behind some opposed decisions. Now she grew up, soon to be a lady, she felt victory and sadness.
Victory, knowing that she will get out on the fence that her dad guard her all throughout. Release herself on those meaningful stares that her mom used to throw every time a guy will come near her. Peace of mind from her overprotective aunts and uncles who loves to give their litany of words of wisdom always. Soon she will freely fly on the democratic stage of her life. She will totally go out of her box.
Sadness , on the part that those people that she used to be with is no longer on her side. She need to faced the disturbing and judgmental world independently, it makes her scared!
She wants to go back to the past where she thought her wounded knees are the most painful ache she will felt, but later on she found out ,it’s easier to cure a wounded knees than to cure a broken heart. She loves to cry whenever she woke up without her mom on her side, but her tears can’t help to fall when she realized that the person she love left without a word.
Her regrettable yesterdays with faded memories and rusting experiences makes her the person she is right now. Yes, it was victory , party ,freedom, independency. But behind those colorful make-ups, dazzling clothes, expensive shoes and vivid jewelries ,she felt sadness, she cries inside. She has no one to hug when she was scared,she has no one to fight over the popcorns during movie marathons, there is no one to nag when she woke up late in the morning and there is no one to say “Take Care baby, study well,we love you !”.
She missed those times where her only job is to play ,to eat ,to sleep and to vandal the walls and tables with her crayons . The times where she will just run freely and her mom will chased after her. Times where her mom will tell a bedtime story, stir a glass of milk with matching lullaby even out of the tone .
The innocent young girl with no problems ,no worries and no responsibilities to fulfill. Those innocent eyes with a big sweet smile that makes everyone sees her happy. She desperately wants to go back to that Innocence where she has no knowledge on things around her, no pimples at all and lastly to the arms where she can feel the warmth of love and chill of care from her mom and dad ,that will never let her go.