My mama and dada always takes me to Rockaway Mall. Almost every weekend. It’s my dada’s go-to place when mama is busy and he has to take care of me for a few hours. But, they’ve never, ever, let me play on the kid’s playground inside the mall…and now, I wonder why?

I had a blast running around, falling down, playing with strangers, and of course, falling down again. All this time and I never knew this existed…I wonder what else they’re hiding from me? The next thing they’re gonna tell me is that the soda-thing that they keep drinking in front of me really isn’t medicine afterall.