[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: CAN YOU SEE MY HEART ~ HEIZE]
In someone's distant memory that had now turned blurry, a young boy was held by his mother. The woman looked at her son with so much adoration; to her, the boy was like her only hope.
"Why are you crying, mama? Are you sad?" The boy's tiny voice faded out as he spoke calmly.
The woman sniffled back her tears and shook her head, "I'm not crying because I'm sad. I'm crying because I'm very happy," the young woman lied.
But the small boy didn't understand this response. To him, a person was only supposed to cry when they were sad. "But Mama, when you cry at night, is it also because you're happy?" He asked with a furrowed brow.
"Of course!" The woman exclaimed. "I dream of you, so I cry happily in my sleep."
