Why are You Crying?

On papa’s death anniversary, the kids found my mom crying in Papa’s garden-grave. The girls quickly ran to get her tissue.

Zion, on the other hand, walked to mama and had this very perceptive conversation with her.

Zion: Lola why are you crying?

Mama: Because I miss your lolo.

Zion: Why? Did lolo die AGAIN?

My mom can’t help but laugh.

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