Two loving parents,
who did everything they could for us kids, though they were a little strict...
One older brother,
who would die for his little sisters, though he picked on them constantly...
One younger sister,
who never failed to make her family smile, though she was always so oblivious...

And then there's me.
One middle child,
who tried so very hard, though she couldn't stop herself from becoming this closed off...

But I'm not that little kid anymore.
I've grown past that.
My, how I've grown...
And I didn't even realize it until recently.
Who is this mature at the young age of sixteen?
Who thinks about the things I think about?
Who talks the way I do?
My grandma has always told me
"Leigh, there's nothing wrong with being an old soul.
Embrace it.
You're keeping the past generation alive."

Oh, but grandma...

*This old soul is ready to die.