There is this little girl in my house, running around, smiling all time. “Hi aunty” she keeps repeating everytime I am found.
Mom, dad & uncle all of them work and takes turn to care. Sometimes she cry sometimes she laugh, all I do is smile and hide.
Time will pass her innocence will go, she will be left to face the world on her own. Strange is the oblivion she is into, what to expect when she grows.
Looking at her reminds me of my days, fun and frolic all I cared. Now is a state where I stare, into the blankness of the empty air.
Time is the biggest game, a moment of fame and next it’s shame. Happiness at a time sadness next. Just like the two sides of a little coin.
What can I do is I often think, can I bring the baby within. Nothing to worry and learn to smile, become that lovely soul for a while…