When the fun times are scattered away I sit alone at the side of the road watching the people pass by me as time, Insha Allah still conscious after a packet of smoke, being able to stop the tears from pouring down to waste. It’s not easy to smile every day, it’s not easy to let go off. I fear of a day I might cry, I fear of a day where I might not find my everlasting smile so at times I let myself feel the scream of thousands of people dying every day. As much as I try to keep myself enjoyed I feel the pain, as I said it’s not easy to smile every day, you can’t just forget about everything. I know I can’t even crack a nut but least I feel sad for some people. When I close my eyes mom and dad appears in front of me, it just fe.els like having them under my eyelashes. As mom says nothing last forever and you just can’t lean on somebody, you got to live your own life. I cry before I say it but someday mom will travel to an unknown place where I can’t reach. That’s the bitter truth of li...