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 be my concern anymore. or at all. I should now focus on my journey to adulthood. 

It is time. It is time to leave. No more hands to catch when you fall, just an old sejadah for your head.