True Blubbering

I have been contributing goods to a displaced family....I am drawn to the kids...I bring them books, clothes and personal products... The first time I saw the kids ...I witnessed a blankness, in their eyes,  that I had never seen before....

I was never a person that could cry...I envied the purging of emotion of  people that cry...from the point of departure of their living quarters to the point of arrival of my living quarters ..I cry hysterically ...it is true blubbering...

Being drawn can be draining ...