I was baffled with the story of a 13 year old trying to rape a woman at a Shell Petrol Kiosk. And today another story of a 14 year old committed suicide.
At that age, I was trying to get used to a hostel life, making more friends, curing homesick, keeping good scores at school and saving up monthly pocket money for a little shopping with my sister at the end of the month. Those things were like my greatest struggles. These kids, I wonder what kind of childhood did they have.
God, I don't even know if I should be mad or sad for either of the story. And as a woman, you can't literally trust anybody, not even a kid with an innocent face. God...
Being a parent these days must be very challenging. I don't know if I would make a good mother.
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In a parallel universe...
As I came back from work, a seven year old neighbour who was playing near by told me that I looked pretty today. Awwww~
But then he also asked if I had some change so he could buy some ice cream. duh! haha. pandai betul.
And why must he has the same name as yours.