Yes, 12 years of my life have passed. I can still remember the old Moa - the old me and all the vast happiness my siblings and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed. My past memories filled with happy and sad moments. Even until now, to tell you the truth.
Past is past. I need to hold on to it because I can use my past as a ride to my future. There is no moving back, but just moving forward.
No comments:
Post a Comment