Post #207

You don’t remember the exact day you stop being a child anymore. It’s like passing through a rain that starts like ውሽንፍር and becomes a ዶፍ ዝናብ። I think we notice change when it comes to others. People say, “ወፈርክ፣ አደክ፣ ትልቅ ሰው ሆንክ,” but sometimes we don’t feel that way. Sometimes we look into those mirrors and don’t recognize the reflection. We still feel the inner child, the uncertainty, the fine drizzle inside, even as the world sees the downpour. The space between how we're seen and how we feel, I think, that’s where adulthood often resides. It’s not that the child leaves, but the rain gets heavier, responsibilities layer like clouds, and the world starts expecting you to own an umbrella, even if you still sometimes want to dance in the drizzle. ቢሆንም Que sera sera!