Unless its a matter of life and death.
Sometimes I wonder if I am heartless because I am unaffected by death. Not unaffected entirely, but not like a normal person. a lot of things make me cry, when I my parents yell at me I cry, when I get angry I cry, when I fight with my siblings I invariably cry. But for some reason I don't when someone goes to the other side. Isn’t it true that everything that breathes must stop at some time, as sure is birth so is death. Anything born come with the number of days it will live. Animal and child alike. Then why is it so hard for us to digest it? Am I too young to know this, or have I not experienced it closely enough to be affected by it could be questionable. I feel sorry for the loss, the fact that we will never hang again, and never laugh together and eat together and make new memories, and it is possible that over time we will make new memories which will replace those that we made with the one. But that's life isn't it. I believe everything that goes, comes back a