Dear God, I just remembered a painful memory. It was when I felt so alone as a kid. There was this season in my childhood days when I was forced to grow up so that I could take good care of others. I need to forget about playing or having fun with my friends. I need to stand up and fight my own battles, without having any support. I never thought how painful it was not until I experienced what it felt like to be a child again. All along, I was carrying this memory as if it’s part of my identity. Father, I know that you have a reason…