12 VS 20(1) i'm 20. she is 12. i'm the elder sister in our relationship, forever. 8 years age difference. they say generation gap exist when there's 2 years age difference. for us, the gap is huge that i dont think i can go across it and survive. i'm 20. she is 12. i never thought 8 years' difference would be this large. at least, i didnt realize how different we were when i was younger. i enjoyed playing house with her, me being the tough dad, she the smart and beautiful mom. or me as a knight, she as a princess. not that i want to switch the role or anything, but i did enjoy being someone in that imagined world because i once firmly believed in fairy tales. i believed that there'd always be a prince for every girl, me included, however bad i looked. i believed that i'd find the prince one day, however long it took. i believed that we'd live happily ever after, without knowing what'd be in the "happy" part. 12, that's the age of believing in fairy. while 20 is the time to let go of those "happily-ever-after" dreams. she called just now, wanting me to be with her. playing house again huh? this time i could be a "real man" "will you come?" "dunno. i'm not sure." "what do you mean you're not sure?" "just 'not sure'. " i can be a good comedian for kids. only changing your voice can make them laugh. "come." she is stubborn as ever. "well....but i got things to do here still." "what things?" "things like volunteer." i changed the word essay into volunteer right before it slipped out of my tongue, knowing that essay means nothing in her world at all. "what's that?" "just volunteer for some events. not sure if i'm in or not. that's why i said 'not sure'. " "ok... just call me when you know. k?" "sure." "be quick!!" "yes sir." i began to salute to the invisible her on the other end. "bye." "ok."