I suddenly remembered the times I’d go shopping with my mom in my early childhood, roaming around alone, looking for things that I’d want to buy and causing my mom to panic in search of a little boy.

As a little kid, life isn’t complicated. Falling on the ground to find a scratch of blood on the knee is enough to let tears drop as if that’s the worst thing that can possibly happen.

I miss running around and laughing like the days when I had no fears, weaknesses, uncertainties and hardships. But when I gaze upon the vast and open sky above, I know that God’s in control and that life is beautiful regardless of my circumstances.