In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”

When I was the age of twenty two
I packed my bags and bid farewell
Kissed my father on the cheek
And thanked him for all he had done for me

I moved out of house
I moved out of home
To a tiny apartment
With a colleague to share

On my very first shop
I bought some milk, coffee and tea
And felt as grown up
As one could be