I am a child.
I like cookies. Ice cream makes me happy. Candies and chocolates make my day.
I am a girl.
I love animations. I love dancing, running, and playing in the rain. I enjoy long drives—without being the one behind the wheel.
I like eating meals I didn’t cook. I like being watched over, being cared for, being loved.
I like feeling carefree, with little to no worries in the world.
I am a woman.
I like the privileges of adulthood—the freedom, the choices, the independence.
I like chasing dreams and making them real. I like the strength that comes with growth, the wisdom earned through experience.
I like love that is deep, not just sweet. I like friendships that are intentional, not just convenient.
I like discovering myself, unlearning, relearning, and becoming.
But sometimes… I miss the child, the girl, and the simplicity they carried.
