Cry Baby

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

I don’t know why. But it's easier for me to break down when talking to my eldest brother than any of my siblings. Including my closest elder sister. It happened quite often, during my first and second Eid in India and in another occasion last night (which made me went to class the morning after with blotchy eyes...). I can maintain cheerful when talking to my parents (except on several matters) on Eid but not when it comes to my brother's turn. I don’t know. It just happened; my voice started to tremble, shaky, and then stopped. You've experienced it sometimes, right? Like…choking. And you have to swallow the words. Hurm, I guess I was just being a cry baby who never grown up.