Monday, April 20, 2009


In wee morning as they drove home, tears rolled down her cheeks. She thought those were just silent tears that would go unnoticeable. Maybe it was because of her trembling lips or maybe it was because he was watching closely, but somehow he noticed as he reached over and pull a piece of tissue for her to dry the tears on her cheeks. Out of concern or curiosity, he asked if there's anything wrong. She quickly answered no, which just adds on to the complexity. The next morning they went for their usual Sunday breakfast. As she requested, the matter was not spoken of again.