Sometimes we cry because of the caresser called catharsis. Sometimes we cry because of the aggressiveness in angriness. Sometimes we cry because of the seeping soul in sadness. Sometimes we cry because of the abyss within our own conflicting confusions. Sometimes we cry because because we just have to empty out the heaping of the hollowness. And sometimes we cry out of pure happiness.

p.s. On Wednesday, my grandmother Maribel, who lives in New York, made a visit to Florida to surprise my other grandmother and the rest of the family. The original story was that she couldn’t come to Jacksonville because she had to work; but she made it anyway. Here’s to wonderful surprises full of emotion–crying out of pure happiness!

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