holding back the tears

it's been a day after but every time i remember it, my insides still choke up.

i woke up an hour later than i should have yesterday. i got to the mrt around 9am. i tried to catch the train that was about to leave but it closed before i got to the women/elderly/children section. two people were walking in front of me--a mother and a little girl in school uniform with a walking stick.

i gathered as much but i couldn't believe it until we were sitting across each other in the next available train. what's more, the mother was also holding a baby.

i couldn't take my eyes of them, especially the little girl. she kept her eyes open and she kept on groping for her baby sister's little hands. And she kept on smiling.

i kept on holding back the tears. the thing is, it wasn't just me. five stations later, the mother noticed all the women looking their way. then, she was holding back hers.

i don't know what else to say.