You know what’s weird?
When you’re ten, you’re supposed to believe in fairytales. You’re supposed to believe that there’s a prince charming out there waiting for you. You’re supposed to believe in a “happily ever after”.
When you’re ten, your worries are usually something as simple as “who’s going to drop me off to the park?” or “can I pleaseee sleep over at her place?”.
When you’re ten, you and your sister are constantly fighting. But she’s the only person who’ll hit the boy that pulls on your pig-tails and run away.
When you’re ten, you’re parents are invincible. Your father is your own personal superman and your mother is your own personal superwoman.
See the thing is...
When I was ten, my “happily ever after” dream no longer seemed possible.
When I was ten, I started worrying about the future of my family.
When I was ten, my sister never looked at me the same way again.
When I was ten, my father lost the love of his life.
When I was ten, I lost my innocence.
When I was ten, I lost my mother.
And everything after that, changed drastically.
