I suddenly remembered the tears of my Mum that went on whole week when the doctor broke the news of my Dad's cancer 5years back.
After so long an existence and co-existence, they still kept faith to their oath of sharing joy and sorrows.
How many of us can actually do that?...
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5years down the road; the pain is gone, but the scars forever etched. We remember the tears and the experience had. We embrace the truth and the cruelty within. And we all know, we'll never give in. What's left may be but a few years, but it's a few good years ahead that we all know we must treasure and cherish. Stop asking me why, because this is it.
