I wish I could watch how my life’s journey began. From my making to when mum found out she had conceived me. All her cravings and the kicks I gave her. When she gave that final push and there I was. My humble beginnings. Innocent and harmless days. Then when I started crawling and making weird faces and funny noises. My very first step and first word. I wish I can look back to all my tantrums and angry faces when things didn’t go my way. All veggies and medications I smartly rejected. I wish I could see it for myself; mum telling me how I used to play dress up and play with her make up. She never thought I would grow up a tomboy. Oh I want to know what it was like being little. I want to see through my little eyes again. I want to relive those little dreams and fantasies. I want to know if I am still me or has life changed me. Will I recognize the girl I see or will I wonder who the hell that is. Take me back to the little me.
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