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The Cost of Growing Up |
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When I was young, I used to snuggle up in my parents' arms and enjoy that unique
warmth while listening to my mother telling me stories of the past. That scene
was so warm and comforting!
As I grew up and watched my parents age, I felt like I was drifting away from
them. I was no longer the child who clung to them all day long. Instead, I was
gradually distancing myself from them, feeling lonely and cold.
I no longer needed my parents to take care of me like they used to. I wanted to
have my own space and my own life. Our conversations became fewer, and our
closeness was fading away.
Is this the cost of growing up?
I remember when we were young, we held hands and walked through the seasons
together, thinking that our sincere friendship would last forever. But as time
passed, we grew up, and our strong friendship gradually faded away.
The innocence, cuteness, and the belief in eternal love disappeared.
Is this the cost of growing up?
When I was young, my parents were always careful to protect me from harm. They
were afraid I might get hurt accidentally. We grew up under their care.
As we grew up, my parents thought I no longer needed their careful protection.
They let go of their hands and allowed us to brave the winds and waves, to make
our own way in the world. They silently reminded us that home would always be a
safe haven.
Is this the cost of growing up?
Gradually, we grew up, learned to be strong, and lost a lot. But we also gained
a lot. |
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