The giant figures that stayed behind my side
Those giant hands I held
Slowly getting smaller and smaller
Everyday everything seems so familiar
Just like yesterday, so similar
But when I look back now
When did the things change so much?
The fine lines on my mother’s cheek is now deeper
Her hands feels different now to the same touch
Dad’s hair getting lesser and whiter
The giant figures who took care of me since my birthday
I hope to take care of them someday.