Tears well up in my eyes.
They're warm on my cheeks.
They burn my already bloodshot eyes.
I try to conceal them (this time).
Lily's in the back seat.
Mommy, are you crying?
No...Yes.
Mommy, why are you crying?
Shit, now she's crying.
I don't know. Sometimes I just cry...and I don't know the reason.
Is that okay? Do you do that sometimes?
Yes.
I love you so much.
I love you too, mommy.
