‘Welcome to the world beyond the door!’ I told her. She replied ‘Thanks’ with a shy smile sprinkled with a tiny bit of blush.
Once upon a time I was also 18, last year in high school, super short hair, concernless, and easy-blushing too.
Actually I never wanted to be beyond 18. Somehow I couldn’t cheat. The door’s always there for everyone. I have to go through it in the one-way lane of life.
At that time, being 25 was totally out of imagination, which still stays the same so far. The only difference is, I AM already there this year.
If we have to round it up to the closest tens, it will be 30. While two months ago I could still happily round it down to 20.
It may sound ridiculous but this figure freightens me a bit.
Is 25 another door? What’s awaiting me there beyond THIS door? What am I expected to be like for being 25?
The two other gilrs laughed at my still ‘naive’ age. Their unignorable and unconcealable crow’s-feet laughed harder.
How old are they then? I never asked, and would never ask. But I’m sure I’ll be like them too, some day within reach.