What makes me cry/#week 287

Hello dear friends,

There are very few things that bring me to tears , maybe because I’ve trained myself not to dwell too much on painful memories. But once in a while, nostalgia creeps in.

I look back on my childhood with mixed feelings. It flew by so quickly. That phase of pure innocence and adventure felt like a blink.

Sometimes, I think about people I’ve lost, especially my grandmother, her memory still stirs something in me. Watching my younger ones grow into adults gives me a strange joy. They’ve become smart, bold, and full of potential. That alone gives me peace that I must’ve done something right.

Once in a while, emotions try to take over, then I remember how expensive hospital bills are, especially surgeries! Just like that, the tears pause. Life has a way of putting you in check.

I’ve also realized sadness sometimes affects my health, a little stress and my chest starts acting funny. So, I choose joy instead. I laugh, sometimes too much. They say laughter causes wrinkles, and if that’s true, I wear mine proudly like medals.

I make it a habit to recall something funny daily. Like the time I mistakenly poured salt instead of sugar in tea and confidently offered it to a guest, the way he sipped and paused in confusion still makes me laugh hard.

I also remember the daily hustle, rushing out half-dressed, burning food while multitasking, back then it was stressful, but now it’s comedy gold.

Laughter has truly been my therapy. And I enjoy being with people who don’t take life too seriously. That kind of joy? It’s priceless.

All images are mine.