I realized something today...
I had to tell my story telling class a personal story of mine. I told them about how I was with my grandfather at his deathbed. I felt it was the right thing to do since yesterday was the 2nd year anniversary of his death.
While practicing it, I was so sad and I cried everytime I tried to re-tell it. I'm not the kind of person to release tears, I bottle it up more and let it all out later.
"Smile Now, Cry Later"
But anyways...
When the moment came to share my heart to complete strangers; I felt like I was going to die because I never told anyone this story, I never even said it to myself out loud. I said what came natural at the time; My voice shakey but still I managed not to shed a single tear. I looked down at the floor, and avoided eye contact with my audience, because some of them started to cry and if I looked at them then I knew I would start to cry too.
Lol, my mom is right.
"Andrea, you cry as often as the desert gets rain."
 Sirenas · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |
