Time did not stop for anyone. Days turned into weeks, and weeks slowly became years. Without noticing, I was no longer the small child who cried every morning.
My school bag felt heavier, and my responsibilities slowly increased. Teachers expected more from me now. Sometimes I felt tired, but I kept going.
Friends came and went. Some stayed close, some slowly disappeared. I learned that not everyone walks with us forever, and that was okay.
At home, my parents still guided me, but they also started trusting me more. Their words felt less like instructions and more like advice.
Life was moving forward quietly. I didn't understand everything, but I was learning to walk with time instead of fighting it.