“i miss my sweet girl” they all say,

i miss her too,

the one that cried when her long hair got cut short,

the random fact teller,

the hugger,

her with those cute little chubby cheeks,

always pouting, that girl.

no one can find her,

maybe because they never bothered,

never bothered to help her grow,

leaving her to figure things out,

always curious,

but embarrassed to ask, that girl.

God knows where that girl went,

maybe one day she’ll come back.

And maybe,

just. maybe.

one day everyone won’t miss that girl because she’s back.