funny how it takes me less than a minute to cry in my dad’s extreme sermons but forever to calm down. okay, don’t get me wrong, I don’t make hagulgol but my lips were a little bit shaky. And I did find myself catching my breath afterwards. All I ever do is shed tears like there’s no tomorrow. HAHAHAHA. I cry a lot whenever dad gets mad. (well, I’m sorry for being soft-hearted and for being a cry baby! I’m a daddy’s girl, what can I do.)