The whole weekend was terrible.
It was my sister's and my brother's wedding. No, the wedding wasn't terrible but the feeling was. My sister keep crying to the likes of happy that she finally found her man and saddened of departing from our beloved mother. Hell, she gonna need to cross country the next time she wanna blow mom a kiss.
On the last day together both my younger sisters were crying their heart out. The same it goes with my mom. But not me. I'm a well-treat grown up guy. I'll save my tears when the days come.
I smile as I reach out for my brother's fake Ray-Ban glasses.