Childhood
Being only three years old
Waking up without my mother or father there but to be in a different city
Leg casted
Ballons and flowers around your hospital room
Not knowing what would come next
Finding out your sister is clinging on to life
To only die twice
Miracles do happen
But with a miracle comes changes
At only three
No more childhood for you
At only three
To have to learn that you're not your parents main focus anymore
At only three
To have to grow up without vacations
At only three
To have to take depression medicine
At only three
To have to grow up knowing you couldn't experience what other children had
Now 18 and wishing that if that childhood had came maybe you'd have been different
But now realizing that this has built you into the strong person you are today may have been worth it...
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