I wonder if papa ever cried.
Sometimes when papa is in the bathroom, I wonder if he let his tears fall like I do as he suppress the voices of pain so that mama won’t have to worry about him too. Continue reading
I wonder if papa ever cried.
Sometimes when papa is in the bathroom, I wonder if he let his tears fall like I do as he suppress the voices of pain so that mama won’t have to worry about him too. Continue reading
It was never about me…
I was there when you need me…
To help you each night…
To join you in your pain…
Even if I cry in your goodbyes… Continue reading