not so little miss lucky

being an only child is great, you got all the attention from both your parents.. getting  what you desire by sweet talking. getting new stuff instead of hand me downs. being protected from left to right, they are the ones that will always be there when you are down. but beneath this little miss lucky, its not always like that, sometimes getting all the attention makes you crazy, further down the line, you develop a need for them where all you decisions would revolve around them. not wanting the years to pass by quickly. and whenever there is tension, most often than not, you get in between the battle field where you get to catch the bullets fired. and sometimes, you just think about their future. when they get old, how to give them the life they provided and even better. its hard, its hard to think of the time when there will be no one around you, and all you got is yourself.