Finally, the time has come. But what time is it? Time to... Mature? Welp, it's my birthday! After waiting for it, I got a new year to enjoy in my lifetime. Yesterday, I went for a walk with my dad, a pure-hearted man who always taught me things to help me live a greater life. You might not know, but my dad and I have been going on walks for almost 2 years, and so, I've been running and tripping, and I would enjoy the flora and wildlife with him. But not only that, I learned something by myself. Meanwhile, my dad was behind me, I was advancing and sprinting down he road to return to home, and with that, I realized I was maturing. From a kid who would be afraid of traffic and monitored, to a being that knew how to go from home to the store (yet, I'm not that specialized in buyin'!). Yes, I learned about so the day before officially becoming a teenager. And oh my, I can't be prouder. ...13 years ago, I was born. They said I would be born in July, and that I would be a Cancer. But I was busy and all active in my mother's womb, so doctors had no option but to cut that one cord and set me free. And because of being premature, I was awarded with autism and partial low vision. Yes, I'm not like the others, but being not normal is what makes me proud of my life. So... What now? I'll be enjoying this party, Happy Birthday to me!
Fun fact: I was born 6 months!
