When I look at the children, they aren't afraid to be themself. To express what they really think and what they really feel. They cry, the laugh and they worry about nothing. Nothing about expectations, the world's opinions, and nothing seems able to harm them just to be themselves. They don't have to try to be something that is not them for anyone, for anything. When I am trying to find myself, I look back to those old days. A so called grown up girl who once was a little girl. What kind of little girl was I? What is it that worry and scare me so much these days?
What is it, little girl?
Jangan cengeng.