Changes

Fifteen years can do wonders.

I looked at some old pictures my mom stored for memorabilia. I saw a younger version of me. A fairer and chubbier Angel. She was charming and cute, but a little bit anti-social. She let her mom cut her hair, that was why she had an apple cut with a full bangs which made her looked like a siopao. Her teeth were one seat apart because she liked pulling off her teeth. She had chinita eyes and unibrow. I smiled at my younger self. One would not believe that I was that kid.

Fifteen years later, that kid turned out to be morena and tall. She was not charming anymore, she was more of intimidating now. But that kid remained to be anti-social. She did not let her mom cut her hair anymore, instead she let her hair long. Instead of looking like a siopao, she ended up looking like a zombie. Her teeth were not one seat apart, at least not anymore. She maintained having a decent brows, but she still had chinita eyes.

Much had changed for the past years, but she still remained young at heart.