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Because I grew up? |
Last night I told my Dad that my chocolate milk ran out and I asked him to buy a new pack back. So, today I woke up hungry, craving for cereal with chocolate milk and kinda expect that my Dad would have forgotten to buy the milk back. I then went to wash up and paced back and forth the house (didnt really know what was I doing) then I heard the door clicked. I saw my Dad holding a pack of chocolate milk, I was overjoy! I said :"Wahh.. I thought you will forget to buy it!" and he gave a smile and replied:" No la.. how can i forget.."
Ok so the point is.. I'm touched.. Yes, a pack of $2 dollar plus chocolate milk bought by my dad touched me. I'm easily satisfied or perhaps it was the craving that caused this tingling sensation in my heart. But nonetheless, I was still happy. Which then sets me thinking.. Sometimes all we want is those small little things in life.
I can't go back to the kid's stage no more, where I was once truly happy and believed in a world of talking animals, imaginary friends, unicorns and god knows what.
I grew up, reality bitch slapped me.
I've been through stuffs that sometimes even I myself cannot even comprehend how I did it. But still.. I did. Perhaps, I may never get out of the shadow. Perhaps, I just might. All the possible uncertainties. So I might as well, enjoy the small little things along the ride.