Just recently, a third male who has read the stories told me how reading one or two of them brought tears to his eyes. This has brought immeasurable satisfaction and sense of achievement to me, and in a way, justified the effort to write and publish my little book. Not because I like making men, or women for that matter, cry, but because of the initial motivation for writing these stories down in the first place.
I sometimes told people a short version of the first story in the book; Il-Pupa (The Doll). Often, when I told this story about my mother as a girl, I would become a little emotional but feel disappointed that I wasn’t achieving much of a reaction from others. I realized that I wasn’t doing the story justice by delivering it in a simple, short, oral recount. That is the major reason I determined to write it down. The other stories followed, and then I thought, I just might have a potential book on my hands.
So, thanks boys and girls. Thanks for your tears. They mean a lot to me (I hope you get some laughter too).