When I grow up,
can I get a chance of listening to those bed-time stories my mother once told?
When I grow up,
will I happen to hug my playful brother again?
When I grow up,
will I treat my old friends like I did before?
When I grow up,
my father will be too old to drive me to the fair, won't he?
And when I grow up,
will my family still be there every time I drop?
My life changes over time. I realise that I'm indeed growing up, and that any thing can happen without a sign. Perhaps all I can do now is striving to hold my beloveds. You should do that, too, for we're all growing up!
Miss my family...