hidden reason for these tears

For once I decide to keep my mouth shut and just listen to this drunken old man as in gabs on and on about the same things when he's in this state of drunkenness...As I just quietly listen to his talks, something is welling up inside of me..and the next thing I knew, I felt my face getting wet with teardrops. I tried to hold 'em back but it still leaked out...

I managed to get him up to his room and on to his bed, still not trying to stop him with his talking. The more this old man went on about how he wanted his life to end already and about the Father, the more tears I shed as I recalled how people wouldn't take him so seriously and just use him and how I haven't been that great of a grand daughter either...

I couldnt help but hug him and say how much I love him and how sorry I was for those times that I forgot that he is still a human being with motions...suppressed emotions maybe...but still emotions...and my grandfather.

~sheydilee~