The Signs of Growing Up

Three years old I dreamed of being a veterinarian.

Six years old I made my first friend.

Nine years old I learned how to multiply and divide.

Twelve years old I realized how cruel others can be.

Fifteen years old I felt the ultimate betrayal from the people I hold closest to me.

Eighteen years old I learned it’s okay to be alone as long as I know who I am and what makes me happy.