Sitting on dad’s shoulders, feeling like I’m on top of the world
Dancing with mom around the kitchen, like no one’s watching

Falling down while biking and crying at the pain, unaware of the real sorrow that has yet to come

Laughing at Sunday breakfast, thinking that we were always going to be this happy

But no more.

All good things come to an end.

I’ve grown up.

Realizing the harsh realities of the world

Scared of what life has in store for me

Screaming at the drunk driver who ran my father over

Mourning over dad’s death, without shedding a tear

Looking one last time at that smile, wishing I had cherished it more

Praying that all of this was just a dream

Wishing that things went back to how they used to be

The echoes of dad’s laugh filled up my brain

I was alone.

And we couldn’t wait to grow up.