Growing
Suddenly, i’m doing things that i see my mum doing. And realise, hey, maybe there is meaning to all these afterall.
A bad sign of auntism.
maybe. just maybe.
Maybe,
just maybe.
That my little sista has grown.
From that raw little seed, to a bud that is emerging, showing off that peek of the first blush, to blossom in full glory in time that is soon to come.
You are beautiful and amazing in so many ways. Remember that girl.
=)
