Have you ever sit on a bench in the park with your head down, waiting for a surprise? a simple hye from a stranger maybe. When it didnt happen, you leave your small notebook on the bench intentionally then walk away and wait for someone to tap your shoulder and says, "is this yours?"
I always hope for something like that. For someone to care, for something to make my day. it could be a hug from a stranger, a sincere smile from an unknown person on the street, or a wave of little hands from random kids you see.
One night, when the time seemed to crawl slow and the pitter patter of the rain hit the window, i was lying on the bed with my face covered with a blanket. I was crying for something bad i'd done to myself. the tears were uncontrolable as i couldnt stop them from falling. Then I felt little hands wander around the surface of my blanket and pull it off my face. i look up and saw a face, a face of a 3 year old kid. my mouth was shut. i was unprepared when she suddenly kiss my cheek and wipe my tears with those smooth little hands. This was unexpected. I smiled and the tears finally stopped.
Music: All About Us - He Is We
Quote: Children dont grow up. Our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up.
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