Missing Childhood

I miss the days when life was small and happiness was just a candy in my hand. I miss the mornings with cartoons and no alarms, the smell of home and the sound of mama's voice calling me to eat. I miss dirty shoes, running in the rain, laughing for no reason and crying only when I fell. I miss the feeling of believing nothing could go wrong, when my whole world was just my room, my school, and my dreams. Now the days are louder, but my heart is quieter. So many people, but I still feel alone. Sometimes, I look at old photos and I don’t smile— I just miss who I used to be. I miss dirt roads at sunset, hiding fireflies in jars, the fearless dreams whispered beneath blankets, the secret forts of cardboard castles, and every goodbye that meant tomorrow was guaranteed.