When I was eight years old, the world suddenly became very big.
Unfamiliar streets, difficult to pronounce pinyin, parents who no longer only revolve around me, and that little sister who can cry and make trouble.
I hid in the attic and counted the stars, and secretly shed tears in front of my dictation book.
It turns out that growing up is not about becoming brave all of a sudden, but about those sad little things slowly fading away, and then you find that you have come a long way.
Purpose: Accept, grow