Tomorrow

Tomorrow, things will never be the same. Starting from tomorrow, I will experience the last year of my twenty-something years. Does it scare me? Does it make me depressed? The answer is, yes, a little.

I look at the mirror. I see a strange reflection looking back at me. Weary face (maybe I should cut those sleepless nights that I spend on writing). Puffy eyes (I cried reading Julie Anne Peters' Luna). Dark dots appear here and there, a proof that I'm no longer a teenager (even though--and I actually hate to admit this--some people still mistake me as one). I see through myself, deep into my soul.

I have experienced a lot, and I'm still me.

For that I'm thankful. Grateful. I'm still the same toddler that prayed fervently so that one day she'd be a bride (for a bride gets to wear beautiful clothes!). Still the same kid who dreamed that one day she'd be a writer. I'm still the same teenager who sometimes felt that peer pressure was tough--she just wanted to be herself, to be unique, why was that so hard to do? Still the same young adult who wanted to please her boyfriend then, by not writing stories and trying to shift her dream into becoming a regular career-oriented girl--even though her heart was dying.

Looking back, I'm happy and content. I have wonderful parents and brothers--though we disagree now and then, we're still close. I am blessed to have a caring and understanding partner, who supports me in my decision to become a writer. I'm fortunate to have a cute, adorable son, a gift from the Lord above. Lucky am I, to have good friends in my life--Nyachan, atashi no shin yu, Nengti who's been a friend for more than half my age, and most importantly, Andi--my twin bro, my angel, my prince. If I had to entrust my life to two people in this world, they'd be isman and Andi.

Tomorrow... I'll be a year older. Will I change? Probably, but probably not much. I'm still the old me, who cries easily, who spends most of her life reading books. So tomorrow will be just another day.