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If I could be a girl again, the most important thing is that I would still choose my current mother to be my mother once more.
My mother is different from other mothers. While other mothers worry about their children’s meals and clothing in a careless manner, she listens carefully to whatever you say and helps you come up with ideas, just like a true friend.
Some say she has a childlike heart, but I think she resembles a girl. So being with her is always easy and joyful. I believe that regardless of whether a family is poor or rich, if there is a good mother, the sun in the sky will always smile.
If I could be a girl again, I hope to gain a little weight, but of course, I would still want to be the same height as I am now.
Girls who are too thin look like fairies; people think you are incredibly smart, which can make you feel insecure.
Appearance doesn’t matter much; as long as I’m not too ugly, it’s fine. I just want my eyelashes to be longer, like a Rag Doll, silly and cute. Then I would tie my hair into a thick black ponytail and add a beautiful bow, either rose red or sky blue. When I run in the wind, the bow would flutter like wings. I would become a kite.
If I could be a girl again, I would definitely wear super short dresses and overalls; checkered or floral patterns would look great, paired with white tights and little red shoes.
I hope my room has a small bed with walls covered in pictures that I love—of course not anything like Star Avatar; I don’t want to be part of the fan club. When I grow up, I just want to live an ordinary life and do things that I enjoy and wish to do.
Of course, none of this matters as much as my true desire for a piano. I find it strange that many girls today don’t like the piano.
I have always dreamed of my piano music flying out of the window, attracting many colorful birds that chirp and gather on the windowsill to accompany my playing. Although practicing can be somewhat tedious, beautiful music nourishes a girl’s soul, making her rich and warm-hearted. A girl who plays the piano will have delicate and nimble hands; she doesn’t need to say many words because the Piano Keys speak for her. Perhaps practicing piano makes learning computers easier for her than for others.
If I could be a girl again during summer vacation, besides swimming, watching TV, playing video games, practicing piano, and going to Grandma's House, I would still learn how to cook and sew buttons. I would keep writing in my diary and read many books. I would still love Fairy Tales, Children’s Encyclopedias, and children’s literature, but I must also read some adult books, including romance novels and detective stories; I believe this will give me stronger resilience.
I want to persuade my dad and mom to believe in me. Maybe I will secretly write something, but I won't send it out for publication anymore. Publishing my work too early might make a girl mistakenly think she is destined to be a writer, just like a tree that blooms and bears fruit before it has fully grown, exhausting its nutrients while its weak branches cannot support the weight of all those flowers in the future.
If I could be a girl again, I would work hard to learn a foreign language, preferably English, which is universally used around the world.
When I was truly a girl, I studied Russian at Hanggao, and at that time, I thought my grades were quite good, but later I forgot everything because I didn't use it. Those who are not good at foreign languages find themselves like deaf-mutes when they step outside their country (including within the country), having a somewhat impaired understanding of the world. When the era of global integration arrives, it becomes even more difficult to navigate. Moreover, not being able to converse with various people reduces much of life's joy.
If I could be a girl again, I would hope to speak softly and gently like a real girl, not crying or getting angry so easily, and not being so aggressive or fierce.
I wouldn't argue back with my dad anymore; I want to be a happy girl, a joker who cares about nothing and always has a sunny disposition. I would walk arm in arm with my dad and talk to him like a friend, saying, "Hey, buddy!"
If I could be a girl again, no matter what others say to me, I wouldn't easily believe them anymore.
I would only trust what my own eyes see, what my own ears hear, and what my own heart feels. I don't want to be manipulated by anyone or anything; I won't insist on being a model student or class leader, nor will I necessarily strive to be the best and most outstanding girl in the class. I used to be a girl who believed everything; next time, I will ask one more "why" and learn to judge independently.
If I could be a girl again, I would hope my heart would be soft.
On a rainy day, if a rural woman collecting trash passed by my house soaking wet, I would chase after her into the rain like my mom did and hand her a straw hat or even just a piece of plastic. If she turned back in surprise, I would run away like a little rabbit.
In reality, there is no such thing as "if." Everyone's life cannot be redesigned.
When you finally grow from a little girl into a woman, regrets make us cherish life even more.
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