Was going through pictures of Asna when she was smaller and the stuff we recorded when she started to enjoy singing. Sort of miss the stuff we did when she was younger, the time when she was more innocent. She, on the other hand, is proud of the fact that she’s no longer a kid.
“I’m a grown up now!”, she’d stress, when I handed her a box of baby food at Jaya Grocer and suggested that she should put it inside our cart.
When we reminisce, Asna sometimes refers to her younger self as a separate entity. Like this time when I told her:
“I miss toddler Asna”
“I don’t miss toddler Asna”
I had to tell her the truth.
“No, YOU’RE annoying!”
It can be really irritating yet amusing to hear her countering whatever I have to say these days. She was reminiscing about the time she terrorized my bed post:
“Do you remember the time when I broke your bed?”, she said, pointing toward the bed post that was never fixed.
“Yeah, you were so mean!”
“Oh, COME ON CIKYONG! I was only a little girl – A LITTLE GIRL!”
Yeah, you’re so grown up now, Asna.