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I am counting down. The days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds...
I am counting down. The strangers, the acquaintances, the friends...
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The numbers gets smaller and smaller every time I count, there is less time till the next test, there are fewer true friends... Yet when I think about it today, the last moment of my teenage life, I am not any depressed or regretful... For I know, those last moments are the most precious, those last friends standing are the truest.
I knew what I was doing. At last.
Today i officially got the offer to work as a group leader for a children summer camp. It's not just any camp but a global event that takes places in more than 60 countries. I was filled with happiness and eagerness. Of all the applicants, they chose none and yet, just after a random conversation with me, the CEO said, to him, I am the one. When I turned him down. I knew I was going to wish I could clone myself, half study for Prelim and half working as a motivator for children.
An incident struck me today. Asher was crying, running all over the place looking for his mom... the poor child lost his way in this tiny hostel which I call home. Yet no one, no big sisters from the 2nd floor ran toward him to make sure he was ok. They sit there and STARED. As if those strangers' eyes can do anything to make the child feel better not to mention, frightened him. I was angry with the juniors who walked pass pretending NOTHING happened. As I hugged him in my arms and comfort him, Fanie, calling his dad and mom, Asher stopped sobbing after a while.. "Let's look for mommy". How is Alex today? Gosh, I wish I could tell him that I miss him, his golden curly hair, his bravery and childishness. My god-brother. Alex, he waited for me to bring home THAT GUY who dared challenge his painting and skating skill. . . I never keep my promise.
I am turning 20, in a few second. Responsibilities is NOT a burden, it is an honor. For all those people who look upon u and entrust themselves to u, they must have this strong belief in your potential.
Turning 20, I wonder when can I be a child again? Maybe, only in mother's arms. I truly miss home.
