When You Grow Up

Yesterday i went to a baby party, the party was for the  child of my childhood  bestfriend, he finished two years. She still love where we grow up . Coming back in this places make me always feel a kind of melancholy, it is bitter sweet . The same for see my older  bestfriend with a baby, and all us  now with a job, our family, our own place , everyone in the same childhood place where we grow up…