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8 Year Old Me...

Today I read a question on that asked "would the 8 year old you be proud of who you have become?"...



At first I felt a bit sad thinking that she wouldn't but then I remembered the 8 year old me.

she would have been really really proud of me. Eight year old me is the one that left her home to go to America, but she did not do it quietly. She put up a fight first, she ran away to her grandmas in order to get out of having to leave. She dreamt of marrying a farmer and moving to the country side to live with her 24 kids in a hut. And well anyone who knows me knows that I'm not married to a farmer and have 24 kids but I did get something right by her.

Ever since she left Ethiopia all she kept talking about was how she was going to return one day and live in her birth country. How she was going to do all that she can to rebuild the childhood she felt like she missed out on. And more importantly she wanted to stop feeling like she was meant to be somewhere else, that she had forgotten an appointment, or felt like I'm not suppose to be here right now.



The 8 year old me would is happy and resting because I don't hear her voice anymore, I don't hear her asking me so when are you going to do it? When are you going to move? When are you going to start living the life you want?

I am very happy with my life right now and don't feel like I'm meant to be anywhere else besides where I am right this very moment. There is also a lot that I've accomplished that the 8 year old me would not believe if she was told.

So now I ask "Would the 8 year old you be proud of who you have become?"


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Location: Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

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