Watched Tulus Ikhlas with Schera tonight.
It was playing half way when we subscribed, so I thought maybe we would be lost in the story line.
Boy, was I so wrong.
Five minutes past and Schera already crying buckets. Uncontrollably.
Which got me thinking of how soft-hearted she is. My once tomboyish little girl actually has a heart full of butterflies and flowers, but she build a solid wall around it to fend off intruders, including me.
Tough one, this one.
My next 6 years will be full of knocking down that solid wall using a small concrete nail and a tiny hammer. And with luck, I probably have a small hole enough to stick my hand in and reach her. Hopefully I get to stick my hand in time. Or I will never get to reach her at all.
Sigh...
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