Patsy Cline- I fall to pieces

reminds me of a long, long time ago, when my mom used to play this. the music gave some calm to the tension in the house. those were the days. my step dad with his legs rolled out smoking looking at absolutely nothing. The cold north dehiwala nights, that looked out over glimering lights to the ratmalana faraway. far beyond our little home in its belling tree enclosure. and the sausages frying in the kitchen. My great grandma- and grandma back 2 km away- lightyears as afar as a 7 year old was concerned. Gosh life changes. luckily, we don't fall to pieces. Even in the case of rizna. When she wanted me to forget... act like we've never met.. I have tried, and and i've cried... he walked by, and now, i don't fall to pieces.