it seemed like the other day
I snuck into my parents' room
grabbing whatever I could reach.

placing my feet in daddy's ginormous shoes
suit jacket drowning my little frame
but I looked just like him.

longing for the time to arrive
where I would pick up the suitcase
and get behind the wheel.

thirteen years have passed
and I'm still that little girl
playing dress up in her parents' closet.

trying desperately to fit into the adult world
setting down the Barbies
and picking up the suitcase.

Only this time it's not willingly.