I waxed the floor and was scrubbing it with a coconut husk.
Then I felt something drop on my hands.
I felt my cheeks with my fingers.
I found that they were wet.
I was surprised into feeling this sound come out of me.
Yan-Yan ran upstairs to the room where I was scrubbing the floor.
I looked at her and then looked down, scrubbing the floor, sobbing.
She left, returned holding out a towel, and then left.
I had mumbled, “Thank you” as I wiped my cheeks.
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