when my father's tears were struggling with his character
his eyes were looking like an arena,
there was a battle,
strong father's character v.s father's love
on the surface of his eyes I could see,
all that he was trying to hide,
from me,
to protect me,
so the one who would cry those tears,
would be not me
A man has no other option,
than, to fight
to let the tears go, and hide them in a same time,
what an art of love!!!