Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I am still a child
“You are still a child” they said, but it just sounded like a name to me, just as how they call you Anna or Linda or any name, just a name.
Still a child they call me, but I have a wooden spoon in my hand getting ready to make lunch for others and, still a child, with siblings to raise.
Still a child, while I coming home from school instead of hearing “what did you learned at school today”, I hear there is some dirty dishes and some clothes to wash for the family to wash. Broom, dishes and a kitchen were my friends, and “still a child it didn’t fit”, just like an angel in a wrong suit.