The Mind Creative
Baba was the other person I saw crying quietly by the window. I
was a little ashamed because chachi had said men who cried were
sissies and when I tackled Ma with it, she said only that Baba was
one of those who felt others’ pain. She also said that she was glad
he had because it meant that Mofbee’s life had meant something
to someone, that he had not lived completely in vain.
When I found my face wet with tears I was glad about two things;
that I was not a sissy and that Mofbee could count one more
person who regretted his passing.
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