I watch as Prue walks down the front steps She’s going back to college. I don’t want things to change. I want every thing to stay the same. I want Prue and Piper to always be down the hallway, I want Grams be happy, and not sad or sick. But I guess it’s too much to ask for.

I want to grow up so fast, but I still I want things to be simple. Prue says that as you get older things get better, but they don’t stay simple. The problems that have been around you your whole life, suddenly come into view, as if you were blinded before. Then, you catch yourself, wishing to be blind again. Wishing you could return to the days, where no one left. Where teachers taught, kids weren’t so bad or informed, and smiles were real, and not fake.

However, now things are different. You are now informed of the knowledge you lacked before, the new habit that was oblivious to your young mind further back into the past, the habit of actually listening to your family when they weren’t talking to you, or even when you weren’t in the same room. Your ears are now opened, along with your eyes. It’s like you can’t close them, and go away to another world. A world that’s calm, and happy.

I’m saying that things aren’t terrible at home. There are far worse things that is a apart of life right. We just live, until we die, maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll pick up something with we go through this ever lasting journey. But things aren’t the same, I doubt that they ever will be again. Change sometimes brings good lessons and people on the way, but there are certainly bumps. These bumps may give you flat tires, it may take awhile, but you’ll eventually get a full tire again.

These are just my thoughts for now, at least, but I’ll get through this. A halliwell always does. "Just keep smiling, babe," Grams says. I will. Piper says that it’s okay to cry. I think I’ll do that and then, smile again.