I'm not a crying type of person. If I get mad, or disturbed, or sad, or whatever, I get angry or moody or something. But there's this one thing that will get me all choked up...
My parent are my life. The reason I'm here, alive and fighting, is all for my parent.
Right now a little thought of my parent will get me teary eyed. It's just like that. I dunno why, but it does.
I used to laughed at older people who cried on hari raya when asking for forgiveness from the elderly, and now I know why. Labels: home, love, moments |
