Sometimes, I wonder what makes me cry...
I thought I had to build a heart of lead to keep on living. A solid heart to forget. A heavy heart to go forward. But something melted my heart today, and I realised, I still have a heart.

It was a mother and son, crying with their swollen red eyes, sitting next to a father, who was dying.

It made me cry.
I know, I've forgiven all that was done, to me.