Minggu, 21 Oktober 2018


Photo by Ezza Tania
Sometimes, I am jealous to the kids
They get parents and people's attention, perfect!

Sometimes I wanna be I was
The age was three or five
The dad hold my hands,
Raised my small body, and
Made me smile every time

Mum cooked everyday and feed me
Even when I didn't feel hungry, she cased me

I miss I was
When I was a kid


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