I miss my parents sending me to school;
I miss the feeling of having mom comb my hair;
I miss telling dad all my problems without having to bother about how worried he'll be.
Growing up,
seems to mean that I'll have to give up all these privileges.
It also seems that I should be sharing some of their burdens.
The world appears to be more complexed than I thought,
with more shades of grey than black and white.
It is ironical that I was once a kid who had wanted to grow up, to be freed from the arms of control and supervision.
I still want to be my daddy's girl,
I don't want to grow up.