As I grew older, I started noticing things I never paid attention to before. Small moments began to feel important.
I understood how much effort my parents put into our lives. Their tired faces at the end of the day said more than their words ever did. That realization made me more silent, but also more grateful.
I began thinking more about my future. Not in a serious way, but with curiosity. I wondered who I would become and what life was slowly preparing me for.
Some nights, I lay awake remembering my childhood days. I missed the innocence, the carefree laughter, and the comfort of being protected.
Growing up didn't happen in one day. It happened little by little, through thoughts, memories, and understanding.