even my dad does sometimes

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even my dad does sometimes

It's alright to cry

Even my dad does sometimes

So don't wipe your eyes

Tears remind you you're alive

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Mom got to handle all the paper works that is to be filled and I got grandma to go to my father's house. My car went inside the gates of my dad's house and I pulled over. I assisted my grandma to climb out my car and assisted her to one of the guest rooms we had.

I went to my room and got the rest of my stuff and got to see my sister. I asked one of the helpers in the house to take care of my grandma.

I bid my goodbyes to my grandma and sister and went to my apartment.

I sat in my sofa with my head on the clouds. I cannot believe what was happening with my life, what did I do to deserve this? Was it karma? Was it fate? I didn't knew that tragedy could happen in one person's life simultaneously.

First my parent's marriage, then my grandpa died. What's next?

Then to my surprise Nina came barging on the door. I gave her a spare key. She is someone in my life after all.

She ran towards me and hugged me. I never had a chance to stand. She just came running to me and hugged me pushing me deeper into the couch.

"I'm so sorry to hear about poppy." She said. She loosen her hug and sat on the couch.

"It's okay."

"It's not, you are not okay." She said. She knew me very well. I decided to deny everything else. I lay my head on her lap and smiled at her.

"Really I am okay." I said to her. She pat my forehead and just blurted out words that made my eyes blur.

"Tom, its really alright to cry. I know you think that boys who cry is gay but no. Crying means you are strong. It's alright to cry Tom. To tell you the truth, I see my dad cry when I was a child. I saw him cry when my mother died. Tears remind you you're alive Tom. Just let it all go. It will really lessen every hurt your heart is feeling right now."

With that little speech I turned my head to face her and cried. She hugged me and I felt a kiss against my hair.

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