Growing up with my ego, I used to sneer at the crap about empathy. Sympathy, I still got it, but when someone I know was sad, well, I felt sorry for them but that was it.
Now, Bangun's father is lying in a hospital somewhere in Balikpapan, in an unconscious state. He had a stroke yesterday, and now the whole family's there.
And me? If I had a penny for every bowl of tears I've cried for the closest person I have to a father, and for his devastated son, I'd be rich by now.
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