My dad passed on that day, i couldn't hold back my tears, i cried like a baby,no matter what Bruce did trying to console me did nothing, i cried until my throat was dry, until my voice was hoarse, until my eyes were red, swollen and puffy, i had no strength left in my body, i didn't eat the whole day, i locked myself in my room and cried my eyes out, even after Bruce persuading me severally to open the door i ignored him, i wanted some time alone i wanted to cry my eyes out, i wanted to let the pain go, i wanted to let the burden in my heart,i wanted to make the pain go away but the more I cried the more my heart ached, the more I felt like an empty can, i felt so useless after my dad's death.
"Love open the door, let me be with you, you need someone there with you lest you do something
