{014}; I am very proud of you, my little cry baby.

About 6 years ago during my iGCSE period, I've been assigned to help organise the elementary sports day. I was not into sports that much, but it was better than sitting in class. I love kids. I love the sight of children playing in the sun. I love the innocent smile they have of their faces because every little thing impresses them. They remind me of the new dawn that cleared away the darkness of the night.

The event was fun to put together. I did not do much since I was just helping out, but what I did changed my life. My life would not have been this contained if it was not for this event. I could say the event was life-changing, but it's not the event, it's the people I met that has changed me.

She was a cry baby. She was the one you'd find clinging tight to her handkerchief in the back roll of the stand because she was too afraid to face the word on her own. She was scared of all the things that was happening around her. It was too overwhelming for her and her small little hands to grasp. She needs someone she could hold onto in order to feel safe again.

She was crying, and no one asked her why. People thought she was 'just crying' so they've ignored her and let her cry. If you see a little girl cry because she feel uncomfortable, it is not her fault, and she is not weak. I was that girl. I was the girl who would rather have someone I trust with me in an overwhelming situation such as a very crowed sport day. She reminds me so much of myself, and I knew how much I wanted someone to shelter me, and boost my self-esteem. Or someone to talk to me quietly until the tears dry away. I sat with her, telling her random things to make her feel better. The talk distracted her for a while until a member of staff came over and forced her to compete in a running event. She was shaking to her bones because she was afraid she would let her team down. The staff keep pressing her to go get ready without considering the situation.

I let her go, telling her that people cannot blame you for what you have tried your best on. Now that I think about it, I think they can. Even if they can't, they'll do it anyway. The society of condemnation, I suppose. And so she went, running to the event, looking better than she was before.

And she won the race.

It has been six years, and she has grown into a beautiful, and confident, young lady. I don't know if she still remembers me or not, but I want to let you know that  you were the strongest kid I know. You were fragile, but you know how to put yourself back together. Looking at how much you have grown these past 6 years have made me so proud. You've gained a lot of confident along the way, and is now a very lively girl.

Now that you are older, therefore is more experienced with the world and it's conducts, you might have realised that I am not a perfect older sister. The world is a very complicated place, and the more you grow up, the more you are pulled into its core. The kids' outer circle where everything is full of life drifted away as you grow older, replacing with the ugly truth of the world.

You, my little cry baby. It is alright to be a cry baby because you know you would pick yourself up, dust off the dust on your clothes, and held your head up high once again. You, especially. You have the potential to be someone, and to do something incredibly gigantic, don't let others bring you down otherwise. Most importantly, don't forget the time when you were at your weakest, because there would be no strength without the contrast of weakness. Big girl do cry, and it is okay. Don't let the society tell you what to do, or who to be.

Happy Belated Birthday, my little cry baby.
2015/02/27