This made me cry
I love this. Every bit of this. The first image of myself that came to mind was when I was 7, newly set aside sibling due to my newborn sister, rejected from the class because I was weird, “not beautiful enough” as my mum would say, “not smart enough” as my dad would. But I also remember that version of me, that smiling face even when her teeth was incomplete, that childish giggle, that curious mind, that shy kiddo, those chubby cheeks....
Thank you, little me. All the pain and troubles you’ve endured have helped me be who we are meant to be. Just hold my hand, little me, because I am scared to grow up, scared in the same way that you’ve felt before. But I know that you’re steadfast faith will help even the most stubborn adult me. Thank you for not letting that precious smile and laughter to change.
Love, adult you