Misty eyes

When I’m being treated unfair at work.
When there is obviously double standards.
When my boss try to make me feel better by telling me that I can get things that I no longer want just because I pointed out how come my other colleague got one of those so easily from him.
When I found out that my colleague earn almost twice of what I earn even when I feel like we put same amount of effort at work.
When there’s alot of pressure being thrown at me while others who should also be responsible seem so relax.
When I found out that my ex loved someone else while at the same time he claimed that he loved me.
When I remember the time my father comforted me after I spilled my ice cream in a fried chicken place when I was a kid.
When I remember the time my mother held my hand walking the aisle of a supermarket during a diaper accident when I was a kid.

Those were the times my eyes got misty.
Writing about them made the mists turn into tears..