Mi-Mi slammed the door to her bedroom shut. She ran over to her bed, buried her face in her pillow and screamed.

A soft knock came from behind her door followed by a man's quiet voice.

"Mi-Chan. It's for your own good. One day you'll understand" the voice paused. After receiving no reply, he sighed. "I only did it to protect you. I care about you" and he was greeted with more silence. "Why can't you just act your age?" and with that, the sounds of footsteps echoed and faded slowly.

Mi-Mi sat up and stared at the door, hot fresh tears falling down her face. 'You'll never understand' she thought.

"I am not a child now
I can look after myself
I mustn't let them down now
I mustn't let them see me cry
I'm fine, I'm fine

I'm too tired to listen
I'm too old to believe
All these childish stories
There is no such thing as faith
And trust
And pixie dust"

Her attention then turned to the pictures on her walls that she drew years ago. Each one had a fairy or mermaid or some other fairytale creature. Mi-Mi walked up to her pictures, fists clenched and jaw firmly shut. With each breath she took, another tear fell from her eyes. Fiercely, she ripped every single drawing off her wall. The sound of shredding paper filled the room, bits flying in all directions.

"I try but it's so hard to believe
I try but I can't see what you see
I try, I try, I try"

Amongst the chaos, she leant against the wall and slowly slid down, hiding her face in her knees, choking on tears. A child forced to grow up too fast, now having to slow down. Her head is in turmoil and she didn't understand.

She never understood the need to make wishes on stars or never even believed in magic and anything else in between that. So she is left with nothing to believe in or hold onto.

Mi-Mi slowly crawled into her bed, curled up and fell into a deep sleep, her face stained with dried tears. Her hair is damp from crying and sweat from the heat. And eventually, the sun disappeared behind the hills.

"My whole world is changing
I don't have no where to turn
I can't leave you waiting
But I can't stay and watch the city burn
Watch it burn

I try but it's so hard to believe
I try but I can't see what you see
I try, I try, I try"

Her mind drifted in and out of dreams, not wanting to stick to one dream.

"I try and try to understand the distance in between
The love I feel, the things I fear
And every single dream"

Suddenly, her mind stopped. Not at a dream. But at a memory. A mother carrying her child. A little girl. And quickly, Mi-Mi saw the pair grow older. The mother keeping a watchful eye on her offspring while the child played, read books and believed everything.

And that's when Mi-Mi realised. A child has a right to be gullible and carefree. It's what makes them young. And she missed out on all of that. Never a chance to play or not worry.

It's always been her looking after her father.

"I can finally see it
Now I have to believe all these precious stories
How the world is made of faith
And trust
And pixie dust

So I'll try cause I finally believe
I'll try cause I can see what you see
I'll try"