In my opinion, as long as they are not married, they are all girls. As for women, that's what's called for women who are married and have children. For this reason, even Women’s Day is hated in China, because I haven’t reached that level yet. When we come to Canada, it seems that besides men, there are women. Occasionally I meet an ignorant person who calls you madam, and I immediately look back at my mother. Of course, there are also people with high emotional intelligence like my boss, who are called young ladies. Recently, an interesting incident occurred because of this title issue.

That day, I was preparing for a Bible study meeting at church. When I went out to use the toilet, I came face to face with a well-dressed and cute little girl. She seemed a little lost, so I asked her if she was looking for her mother. She nodded. I took her to several rooms before I found her family. (Because my church is so big, it even has hundreds of rooms and 4 zones in the basement). After settling in, I went to the toilet. While washing my hands, I happened to meet this mother and daughter again. Mom nodded to me gratefully. My daughter didn't notice me and just talked to her mother, "Just now, that woman was really nice. She even brought me to you." I'm dizzy. When did I accidentally become a woman? I ended the party with a depressed look on my face and told my parents about it on the way home. After they laughed, they comforted me, "I'm a little girl, and her vocabulary isn't that rich, so just make do with it." I can't help it, I can't bear it!

This is pretty good, and I can't help but think of my participation last year. An anecdote about a company colleague’s wedding shower. My colleague works in the human resources department, so he is familiar with everyone up and down. That day, it was naturally crowded. In order to adjust the atmosphere, a lottery was also added. At that time, the task of drawing the lottery was left to the bridesmaid and the groom's cousin. Unexpectedly, this 6-year-old girl, despite her young age, speaks extremely sophisticatedly. When there were still some gifts left, the little emcee said, "The one with the ponytail will get a prize." By chance, there was a 19-year-old girl at my table with a ponytail, and she ran onto the stage very excitedly. Unfortunately, the 6-year-old emcee didn't appreciate it at all, "I'm talking about young people." Oh my God! The whole audience burst into laughter. The 19-year-old girl came back with a smile, so depressed. If it were me, I would definitely feel that it was unfair. Why am I so old at the age of 19? After all, there are still people who understand. The emcee’s mother suddenly jumped onto the stage and whispered to her daughter. I guess she said, "You can't be so rude. If someone wears a ponytail, she should be given a prize, no matter how old she is." In short, after being reminded, the emcee reluctantly raised the microphone and said, "The woman with the ponytail just now can come back." Receive an award. "This is not as good as before! There was another burst of laughter, and the girl at my table felt so embarrassed to go on stage and receive the award, but she was still unhappy. This is really annoying whether there is a prize or not. However, I guess the emcee’s mother really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl down there.

I don’t remember which writer said that there is a child in every adult’s heart. The "Sex and the City" I loved watching a few years ago said this, even though we are all married, deep down we still feel like we are the four single girls, which is nothing short of an extravagant wish. However, we all live in this world, and when we don’t realize that we have the first gray hair, or when we are inadvertently called aunt instead of sister, there will always be a trace of reluctance in our hearts. In fact, I don't want to express my anger at others, but I also understand that my youth has faded away. At home that year, I watched the Spring Festival Gala with my parents. I saw that the handsome little tigers in the past were now in their forties, and I sighed, they are old. Not only them, but also myself. Perhaps, it will take the next ten years to slowly adapt to this title that I once thought was far away, woman.