My Brother Cried

My brother cried, I stood there, trembled, tears fell down on my face and rolled over my coat. I do not think she has gone really - she is only 4 months old. It is unfair to take her away from her family, she is just a baby. I have heard that Bishop and pastor are trying to ease our sufferings, but somehow they made it like a tough reality - Stephanie really left. When the bishop completed the grave's blessing, I heard Stephanie's painful mother's response, "Do not take away my child, I love her." I reminded myself, "Do I really love her?"

When you really cried? Tears are flowing, unbound power goes through my neck from my eyes and sticks into my clothes. I cried on the wedding day. On my day my brother headed for Iraq, I cried. When I read old Japanese, I cried, they volunteered to stay in radioactive confusion and cleaned up so that the young people could go home. When my doctor told me about early retinopathy, I cried. I cried when I saw Billy Elliot with the Death Poets Association. When I read the diary of Elie Wiesel, Jane Eyre, Anne Frank, I cried. I am convinced that there are some experiences I can not remember now, but my point is that I have been doing good, hearty cries every year. If you say

When I saw the result last night, I embraced my daughter, licked my head, I thought that we failed, and her brother and sister cried. I shouted at the playing cards celebration, and these celebrations seemed like white brotherly love. I felt very alienated, I cried. But I hope to learn from it, I am willing to work toward a better direction. My friends are so eloquent on her Facebook wall that I intend to steal. I hope that she does not mind: "America, freedom, human rights, democratic institutions, international leadership on complex issues, and social and cultural changes are the characteristics of our system I will remind you everyday for the next four years, which is not a mistake, because we are very tired of us, so please correct today. "