When I was a child, I would cry when I see my parent fought. I used to think that it was natural for kid to cry, but certainly not for grown up.
Then, when my beloved grandmother passed away, I saw my mother and father cry. They were filled with grief and emotion – it was just too much for me and I cried along with them.
As an adult, I cried at the thought of seeing my mother gradually getting old. The hands that use to comb my hair are now full of wrinkle. I will cry at the thought of her leaving me one day.
Grown up do cry.. No matter if it is a man or woman… It is reflection of our heart
Thursday, August 03, 2006
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