Sometimes, it surprises me how time flies. Look at me now, I am already 18 this year.
I find myself smiling at the thought of the things that I have been through.
Graduated from the so-called-everything-but-easy high school, all the friends I have managed to make and keep until now, all those good times I have spent during my teenage years, the laughter and the struggles, it was just like going on a roller coaster ride. Yet, I enjoyed every single up and down and yes, I have had the time of my life there.
But it also scares me how time flies.
No, not that I am getting older day by day.
It is the fact that I am not the only one aging. My parents, are aging as well.
I have no capability to remember my first days living as a human on earth, but for sure they do.
If anything, both of them are my first lovers. They are the first one to adore me even they had not seen me yet. Say, who in the world would love a random ball of blood? Even worse, it will take place in your belly to stay and grow into a human being for the next nine months.
But guess what? They not only love me, they gave me such a beautiful name.
A name that contains lots and lots of hopes and prayers from both of them.
Praying for all the best things that I hopefully achieve in my life, hoping for this little baby girl of them to be a fine lady in the future
Wishing that one day, I could be their angel.
Years passed, they began to teach me all the things I might need to know.
Those mouths that taught me how to spell my own name, how to call them 'mama' and 'papa'.
Those feet that accompanied me during my first steps.
Those hands that held me when I was about to crash my first bike to the tree.
Those crossed fingers that led mine to do the same, teaching me how to speak to God.
Those ears that are willing to listen me whining about school years that seemed so hard to pass.
Those arms that hugged me when I finally graduated.
All of my life, I have never been worried to fall. For I know, they would always be there for me.
Now, they are growing old. And I am still too occupied with my teenage life.
I still remember that day when I was still a toddler and I dreamed of their deaths.
Even worse, it still haunts me till now.
Now that I realize that the clock is still ticking, I know I need to stop all these useless shits I have been doing all this time and start working for real. I have their hopes and dreams in my hand. They forever have me in their words before the 'Amen'. And that is all needed. Nothing would turn me down, nothing would have the chance to stand on my way. Nothing would stop me, until I could see them smiling in pride because of me.
