Mismatched?
Come out!! Come out!! The voices were shouting at the door...Skipping the meal, rushing through a hallway waved at them to wait.. Running back to room with the big smile on face,packing her things, jumping on bed, dancing with her plushy dolls, Toasted a warm bon voyage, to her window, which was always been an escape door; To the sketches and scribblings, which was her way of expressing; To the paintings and posters, which was her way of speech; To the birds on tree, who was her messengers; To the spiders hanging around and to the squirrels, who was her tiny little chatter boxes... Waved them all, to the day that finally arrives!! The day she made a note on her calendar ; The day that has been waiting since childhood; The day where she can be herself; The day she can put a period that has been worrying her; The day that has been waiting for; The day to explore; The day with no more worries ;The day for a change; The day to the opportunities...