Lately, I have been complaining about how people treat me like a 5 year old kid. I hate how they want me to spend every single second with them, either hugging them or giving them compliments about themselves. Thus, as an older kid (Technically, I am still kid but I am an older one.), people also expect you to handle a lot of heavy things with a little bit of maturity.

Then, I walked past through the kids' playroom and remembered my 5 year old cousin, Lia. I wondered about her—I wonder about what she feels like these days. I wonder if she cries whenever she remembers her memories with the special people to who, she can no longer spend time with. I wonder if she complains when people treat her like a newborn baby.

Sometimes, I wonder about her. I wonder about what it's like to be a five year old kid.