Comfort.
You never knew you're in a comfort zone until you're forced out of it, thrown out onto the streets, evicted. Having to force to grow up since at a very young age is difficult because my inner kid did not get the chance to play, did not get picked for a round of lompat tikus. But when I reached the age, no one plays it anymore, everyone goes to school, everyone expects you to go to school too. I paraded to everyone when I said, "yeah, I leap a year." but now I feel like I'm too late for everything, at the same time I feel like I missed out on everything. I should have taken that one year to play with my Barbie dolls, take that one year to run around and make a mess, take that one year to kiss my parents more. Was I too young to see other adults struggling to make ends meet? Or were my parents too good in hiding their sufferings? I have believed for a long time that they have had it easier, but now I am not so sure. However way they led their life, it should not ...