One day, in an awareness exercice,
I was invited to meet my inner child.
I didn’t know what to expect.
But he was there.
Somehow familiar.
Somehow waiting.
And then he looked at me:
not with blame,
not with fear,
but with something else.
Something quiet,
but impossible to ignore.
“Be my hero,” he said.
And I’ve never forgotten.
Not his voice.
Not the way the words settled
into the silence between us.
He didn’t ask me to be perfect.
Just to be present, to keep going.
To remember him when I forget myself.
It’s been two years,
and still I carry that moment.
Not like a weight, more like a compass.
He’s still there, inside me.
Waiting.
Believing.
Hoping I’ll keep becoming the one he always needed me to be.
I love you.
Don’t give up.
Allan Nguyen
