Yesterday, my mother bought me a new dress. The clothes are very childlike. My mother said: "you are still a child! You should wear children's clothes." I saw her confident mother's appearance, and then looked at the skirt printed with a mini bear, and couldn't bear to brush her mind. However, I'm afraid this skirt will die alone in the cupboard.
When it comes to children, I just think that I have always been a child. I'm used to "bullying" in the dormitory. I've become an old sister. Even buying clothes is T-shirt, jeans and white shoes. Simple to the extreme, not as colorful as children of the same age.
I thought I grew up, so those childish things can be far away from me. However, only children are interested in those fluffy toys. I am also interested. I began to wonder if I had grown up.
Think for a long time, I know. I didn't grow up. I was a child. Whether mentally mature, the external actions of the human body itself still prove that I am just a child.
I got the truth, secretly relieved, too good, I'm not old