When I dive deeply, I think this was the time when I felt I was a grown-up person—enrolling in secondary school. As I remember, mom was the one who sent me to primary school when I was seven. When I was thirteen, I went to school on the first day all by myself—without my parents accompanying me.
I recalled scanning through the list of names to find out which class I belonged to. It was One Amanah. I was both proud of myself for making it to the first class and also disappointed that my best friend was in the other class.
That was the memory of me feeling like a grown-up adult for the first time. How about you?
Cik Mas Menulis 
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