"It's been twenty-seven years, and I can never forget the agony on my mom's face when she died. She cried, and I could see the dry tracks of tears on her face. For a woman, the worst pain is nothing less than this—to accompany him through the toughest times, only to welcome the bright sun, and then watch him turn and bathe in that sun with another woman, leaving you behind. Isn't that painful? Crystal, I hate them, I hate them to death! If it weren't for her, maybe my parent's marriage wouldn't have ended, and my mom wouldn't have died... Crystal, I've been tormented by this hate for twenty-seven years, how can I let it go? I can't..."
Joseph spoke more and more painfully.
Tears slid from Crystal's eyes.
Her heart, too soft, couldn't help but shed tears of heartache as she listened to his recount of hatred.
