If Only.

Everything is flooding back again.

So overwhelming.

I remember the time when I was in Primary School. It was the first day at school. Children were screaming for their mummies and daddies refusing to let go, refusing to separate from their parents. And there I was, looking around, wondering what the big fuss was about. It's just school, wasn't it? And besides, we all get to go home after lessons.

Well, after a few days or weeks (I can't remember exactly), it was my turn to cry. I don't know what triggered the outburst, but I remember very vividly that I wanted to go home very badly. And I was making such a big fuss over it.

Now that I'm 14 years older than that kid, I only have one thing to say to her: "Child, if only you knew. If only."

But, age doesn't necessarily always bring about maturity in thought and actions, I realised.

Because even now, 14 years on, I can still relate alot to that kid.

But the only difference is that I can't go crying home to mummy after lessons anymore.

♥, char