I saw tears running down her rosy cheeks. Her head on her daddy’s lap. Daddy was talking softly, as if consoling her. I approached the two and provoked clarification with my eyes.
Daddy: She saw the bunch of grey strands on my head.
Me: And?
Daddy: She was sad. She said I’m getting older and I will soon die. She doesn’t want me to die.
I saw more tears streaming down her cheeks. For a moment, I though I felt hot streams coming my way too.
3 comments:
kesian kakak.....hehehehe
adeh!aku lak yg tumpang syahdu...
Syahdu gituh... uhuks..
tapi bila dia tengok uban my mom, dia tak heran la pulak... pelik..
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