The first time I saw you, was the first time you saw me. You look so tiny and fragile like a pea but you come with a whole big new manual I know nothing about.

So scared yet so happy to see a little tiny me. I don't know what the future holds, but I am sure I see us together in it.

Oh, you growth, I plead with you earnestly, do not take her away from me or should I rather say do not make her turn away from me.

You all should shut up, yes I said shut up.

Can someone answer me then, am I being too selfish not to allow him to take her away from me? Am I being too selfish if I want her to remain as she is now?

Don't you dare look at me with that eye, am I the only person who has prayed such prayer? But yet I hear no answer because they are not real.

Look I want her to blossom, to blossom like bluebells in the spring, yet I want her to be just like she is now a tiny little me.