“Sometimes I wish I was that little girl who thought the world was a safe place filled with love and happiness. The girl who loved to make cupcakes with my mom, who would me tell the ways of the world. That little girl who loved play to cowboys and Indians with my little brother. That same little girl who thought boys had cooties. The little girl who was not judged on the choices she made. The one who would jump into my father's arms and tell him I missed him. That little girl longed for freedom. I always wanted to grow up into an adult. But, I wish I was still the little girl.”
