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Kid, smile, hi.


She was right. A couple of weeks ago, someone told me that''Me and my friends are still kids''. I couldn't agree with her, I thought that I'm an adult, and I can make decisions. Well, I have this adult part who is living inside of me. And, I have this kid part who is me. Lately, I thought that the age of 14 is a big number. But, yesterday I was helping my dad with some papers. I toke a look at my passport, and I saw my age, picture, and date of birth. So I thought in my mind ''Why am I bothering myself about being an adult?'' I'm just 14 years old. I can make some small decisions, but, I'm still me. I have a big life waiting for me, am I right?
See, I always have a big smile on my face. Even if I'm sad I smile, I keep the anger inside of me by smiling. People die and I smile. A lot of people have told me ''Stop smiling, it's not the time!'' A lot of people have told me ''Stop saying hi in the morning, it's not the time!'', ''You have this face, the kids face but I like it''. Smiling is my way of saying I'm sad, happy, angry, or don’t talk to me. So, please accept it.
I had a rough time making friends 6 years ago in my school, because I was the ''new girl''. I was in 4th grade so I was a kid. A kid with no friends. I didn't know what was their problem, I thought that maybe one day we'll be best friends. That year was like a nightmare for me, I wanted to go home and have a normal, regular life. What really made things worse is that I didn't tell anyone about what was happening to me. But, I faced that with a smile and some hope. After six years, that smile, that hope really paid off. Now, we're friends, best friends, and sisters.
That story reminded me about being a kid. I'm taking this opportunity to be a kid before it's too late, too late to be a REAL adult and have some REAL problems. So whoever you are, just smile, share your smiles with others. Say hi, and be a kid before it's too late.

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