There was a lady behind me, very sure of herself, having lunch with her son. She gave way to all he wanted to eat.
It got me thinking.. ain’t it famiIiar? There is someone that do so much and too much sometimes. Maybe.. it’s a cry for love and affection.
As we grow older, simple request becomes harder to utter. Maybe because a request or a plea leaves room for a chance of rejection and rejection hurts. Being denied hurts.
We hardly cry anymore. Instead, expressing in another way, overwhelming at times. Perhaps.. we only need to ask.