February 19th this year was my twenty-eighth birthday. Ah yes, 28 years of blurry, going-with-the-flow-of-life moments. Years ago, I wanted to grow up fast, so that I can put on make-up, buy my own stuff, get my own pad.
And now, I woke up every day to a handsome face beside me in bed, with a big belly, with a child moving inside. I have my own family now.
