Sometimes I wonder if I was ever going to grow old. I’ve been told that inside every old person is a young person who wonders what happened. Many times people tell me that I’m an old soul. That scares me because what will there be left to do once my body is old? I don’t know if I can ever be old, it just doesn’t make any sense. One day I’ll wake up with a face full of wrinkles and a headful of grey hair, and so many untold stories and unanswered questions. How do I decide when I’m ready to be old?
Annebelle













