DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!

Just Call me Camille.
We'd be cool on that.


When I was younger, I thought of a balloon as a toy for typical kids like me. I asked my mom to buy me one every night. And then one night, mom told me this, "You know, Camille, balloons are for kids attending their friends' birthday party. It's not right to buy you one every night.". I got the common reaction people would get from a child. I cried and slammed the door of my bedroom.


Days passed and I became what I am now. When I recall that story, I see a different side of the it. If my mom hadn't stopped buying me balloons, then nothing became special to me. Everything had just got simple and no thrill.

Now I see much more in a different perspective.
I couldn't imagine myself, just having things I want at a second. Things that are hard to get makes it's worth.