I don't think I have seen him cry before.
He is always very strong and emotionally stable.
He doesn't shout, scream, or cry in public.
He is always stable, the pillar of the house in times of crisis or disaster.
Everybody in the house looks up to him when they have problems.
He is always helpful and kind, ever ready with ideas, suggestions and solutions.
And he will not rest until everything is settled.
He has, for the past many years, stands strong like a tall and big tree, ever ready to shelter all who comes near.
Everyone takes it for granted that he is truly the man of the house.
But that night in the hospital when my mom breathed her last, when others were not around, for the first time I saw him cry his heart out.
He was truly broken down when he cried out those words, "Mom, forgive me for not talking to you. I just don't know what to say."
He is my 2nd elder brother.
And he is truly a man.
But even a man can cry too.
He is always very strong and emotionally stable.
He doesn't shout, scream, or cry in public.
He is always stable, the pillar of the house in times of crisis or disaster.
Everybody in the house looks up to him when they have problems.
He is always helpful and kind, ever ready with ideas, suggestions and solutions.
And he will not rest until everything is settled.
He has, for the past many years, stands strong like a tall and big tree, ever ready to shelter all who comes near.
Everyone takes it for granted that he is truly the man of the house.
But that night in the hospital when my mom breathed her last, when others were not around, for the first time I saw him cry his heart out.
He was truly broken down when he cried out those words, "Mom, forgive me for not talking to you. I just don't know what to say."
He is my 2nd elder brother.
And he is truly a man.
But even a man can cry too.