time and again

The last time I wept like this was in Dec’s youth camp. I remember how a wave of guilt washed over me then, and every time I prayed (or when someone prayed for me), tears would well up in my eyes.

I guess, deep down inside, you, you, and you have the ability to tug yank at my heartstrings.

Honestly, I cannot fully explain why the waterworks were turned on (quite furiously) today. Was it frustration? Was it my burden for them? Was it bitterness? Or again, regret?

It is beyond me.

One day, we will say grace together before dinner.