Dear High School Girl

Or should I start with Dear Bubu?

I know it's hard and indescribable.

But yes your baby is now a HIGH SCHOOL GIRL!

Wait what? Is this for real?

It can't be true! 

She's just a little girl whose cheeks you bite and kiss.

Every morning you wake her up with the tightest hugs.

You whisper "Good morning Bebi..." into her ears. 

Again, followed by tons of kisses still.

But wait!

Ah... Yes... It IS real.

Look at the way she's rejecting you.

Feel the hugs she gives you back.

The teenager's ways. Casual and indifferent.

Unless of course, there's something she wants.

Dear Bubu,

Remember when she still needed you?

Every minute, every day.

And now she says "I can do it myself."

Proud? Definitely. Sad? Oh yes...

But hey! Cheer up!

Now you have somebody to talk to!

Conversations become spontaneously real. 

Secrets and girl talks.

Serious and deep.

Teary and funny.

Isn't it what you've always wanted?

Dear Bubu,

Welcome this high school girl into your rollercoaster life!

Celebrate her new chapter with pride and joy.

Never stop saying "I love you so."

Be there for her and listen.

Let her know that she's always your one and only.

Your high school girl-baby.

*Kukka's first day of high school*