The adult you comes from a place of wisdom.
It is not a cover up of the little baby soap within you, it is not a lost of frivolity and sun-kissed freckles you love.
While the child within is shaped by an imperfect other, the adult grows and is watered with wisdom and love.
Being an adult is not a number.
Adult you plucks out weeds and learns to accept every curve in every brance that doesn’t reach the sky.
There is no child without the adult and no adult without the child.