There are tears biting inside my eyes but I am not willing to compromise strength with vulnerability.

If there is one thing in this world I could ever pray with my life's might for, is for married couples to love one another as God loves us, for every fight to cease in existence, for sorrow to never stain any poor soul as it has done to me, for divorce to be abolished from the face of this universe, for hurt never having to be unbearable enough to permit tears falling down anyone's cheek.

This is me, on the edge of relenting to hopelessness and giving up on family. This is me, utterly split in character and emotions. This is me, alive yet dead and dead yet alive.

There is much to be contented and grateful for. For the food that is served everyday on my table, for breathing without medical inhibitions, for disasters never setting history in this little country that I reside in, and even for the little one (Baby) that sticks around whenever I'm home.

But why does sadness always stay for the long haul?