i thought i already had a life of relatively intense situations, extreme emotions, record ups & downs. but my greatest heartbreak just occured as i walked by his room and saw the emaciated, depressed, dying man- my grandfather- wrapped in blankets, sleeping on his bed.
my mom doesnt cry about it and my aunt doesnt cry about it and my grandma doesnt cry about it and i was just thinking about how i should be strong like them but then the intense weight of trying to be strong in a devestating situation crushed down on me and i am not yet the woman who can hold back her tears.
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