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The first time I saw my mother cry I was about 12 years old. I remember finishing my homework one night and going into the bedroom. That's when I saw her weeping. I remember feeling that something was really wrong because my mother wouldn't cry unless the matter was truly shattering.
One day, in the mood to do something different, I decided to tweak my routine a little. I decided I would not take the car and would walk to work instead. The reasons why I took this decision are completely different from the reasons why I will continue this practice.