Family is a quiet affair of memories long and forgotten

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"] Quivering lips, and even more watering eyes, cheeks a flushed from his feverish effort to keep his very apparent wailing that was already about to rip his vocals apart.  He was in mourning afresh, to learn of this.  He could have been bitter, he could have just scorned, mocked and ridiculed the man who had died times previous again.  Sides heaving, and his lungs burning as he whined, and whimpered, tears running with reckless abandon.  "Why are memories stained yellow?" he croaked in his agony, his body just shaking from the effort of keeping his mouth shut, he couldn't take this agony for much longer, and just sobbed brokenly.  This hurt way too much to handle.