I see the tears rolling down his face, her face, their faces. Mine can't help rolling down too. This was the first time in my life I saw him cry, saw her cry, saw them cry. Lil nephew was asking his sisters, why were everybody crying? A 6 year old child wouldn't feel as much pain and fear losing his grandpa compared to his sisters and his father. Cousin's dad passed away on my brithday eve, so we had to postpone our dinner date to a further date. Went over to help out at the funeral at night after school, was tiring, but we had no choice. Before heading off to the Mandai Crematorium where the cremation was scheduled at 1.30pm in the afternoon on Saturday, their first tear rolled down. Followed closely, the second and the consecutive ones came during the cremation. Kids were still young, they didn't know much, thus many of them were playing with one another, laughing. I stood from a far, saw the smiling faces on the kids; I watched closely, saw the unforgetable misery reflected upon the adults. I see the difference.