There I was, standing at the tram stop, looking at strangers shunning from the rain; walking in the rain, waiting for a friend; friends waiting for them, sharing an umbrella; having no umbrella at all. In the midst of all the chaos, I tuned out.
And I hurt a little.
To feel the pain inflicted on my brother and not being able to ease the agony that he has to endure; even though he pretty much deserves it.
To that I hurt a little.
Not being able to give my sister a glass of water or make her some porridge when she'll ill.
To that I hurt a little.
Then, to watch my mother attempt to suppress her heartache and not being able to be there for her to tell her that everything's going to be ok.
To that I hurt alot.
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