"Children of War"... is the term that my Beloved Night Owl used to finish our discussion about the difficulties that we faced in our lives. How many years that we lost because of the wars, or the hard circumstances that surrounded our families in our childhood.
At the moment I'm 43 years old. But my brain believes that I am just 33. I'm not trying to be younger indeed. This is how my mind takes it. It seems that the lost childhood is not taken as a part of my lifetime according to my brain.
Young man in an older body..
Young man with every single emotion that any young person has..
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