Have you ever cry while you were having a meal? I have. Once. Or twice. Or maybe more. That day when my mother passed away, I was told by my auntie, that I should eat. Because I haven’t eat since morning. And so I ate. While I was eating, all those memories, good ones, bad ones. All memories about my mother, came through my mind. And I was so sad that I would cry, but I hold it inside of me. So I chew my meal, while holding my tears to fall. It was awkward.
And so, I got better at holding my tears and seal away my sadness. And I just can’t stand being left alone because those memories sometimes came through my mind. And I don’t even know why I wrote this post. And I don’t even in my sad phase. And I feel numb actually. It’s just momentarily I suppose.