I cried today for the little girl that I wish I still was. The little girl’s hand that I once use to hold but let go for that one moment one day. Now years later I am looking for that little girl making sure that she is still the same girl. I find her in the corner crying, I see that she not the same little girl that I once use to protect and guide. She has fallen’ into the lies and the fast lanes of the times. She is now wise beyond her years. I’m sorry for letting go of your hand and not protecting you.