I see child, she's five; busy playing with dolls and some robots, her imagination make them alive.
I see her smile, the pure one. No one got that beautiful lips curve like her do.
I hear her laugh, what a gorgeous melody.
I watch her walk, with confident and proudly said to mom that she met new friends at school
I watch her grow, until twelve; when she met the motivation of life.
Her eyes sparkling with joy, burn of passion
I remember when she said, "I will never be a vain, I"ll be the best psychologic ever and grow without regrets. I will make my parents and myself proud"
I'm jealous of her, I miss the old-self of mine.
- Written by Valenuhea.
Agust, 10th. 22.13 WIB
