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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

last night...

i layed in bed staring at the ceiling. Many things ran through my mind. Just then mummy walked into my room and sat on my bed - admiring her work(the new position of the study table and book shelve)

i asked mummy why people change.
she told me:

sometimes people change to suit into the environment
sometimes the environment make people change
sometimes people change for the better, to improve themselves.

the last sentence she told me was: "sometimes people change, but they got something worst. so the important thing is to know what you are really changing for."

Then i asked her: "sometimes people change w/o knowing that they've changed right? why?"

silence. mummy didn't reply. with a little pat on my head, she stood up and left my room.
As i watched her leave, a warm tear rolled down.
I guess i would never know why. I'm just a confused child.

10:00 AM
i spilled milk on the lawn