memory?
The laughter , after a tickle war
The smile, of her seeing you walk through the door
The fall, that you help her up
The tears, that she cryed when you never showed up
They grow up so fast so why leave them be they could grow up so fast just wait and see...
The yelling, after a fight
The frown, after you walk through the door
The climb, that she took to get further out in the world
The breathe, she took when she went on her own
You want it back all the time, and all the missed memories that she had of her child hood but you couldn't be there to see ..What really I am growing up to be.
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