Looking outside my window to street life in a dark rainy night,
Wondering how it feels like to have someone loving you unconditionally,
How other kids live their life without a secure blanket?
What do they have?
Thinking how is it like to have someone to run to when I’m scared or to lift me up high to the sky,
I would love a story before bed time or a warm kiss from my mother on cold night,
I want to know how it feels when I hide from my dad under my bed after breaking something of his,
Or a dad’s yell when I mess up his room,
And then he hugs me when I’m sad or sorry,
How does it feel to be in-between parents’ hug?
Or sleep together on a cold night,
I saw kids wishing death on their parents,
I tell them show me where else can I find those things?
You don’t appreciate what you have until you lose it,
I open my drawer and didn’t find any memories of my life,
My mom picking me up and dad dropping me off at school on his way to work,
With a kiss before I leave, and my lunch packet,
How does it feel like to have old photos of me growing up?
Or memories I smile at on a family dinner table,
People appreciate what you have even if you don’t feel it,
Or imagine your long life term without what you hate,
Even though I don’t know how all that feels I dream about it all day and night long,
Sometimes I wish to sleep forever because,
In my dreams I see two faceless parents taking care of me,
They are warm and cuddly….