I grew up too fast. Not by the things I had done, but by the thoughts that consume my soul. Each passing day etched lines on my heart, like the pages of a well-worn book. I carried the weight of memories, dreams, and unspoken wishes. And in that quiet struggle, I found resilience—the kind that blooms in the cracks of vulnerability. So, here I stand, a mosaic of moments, stitched together by time and introspection. And perhaps, just perhaps, this is what growing up truly means: not the years we count, but the depth of our understanding. 🙏🏾❤️