I cried for Argentina

by KitchenRebel on December 3, 2015

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I’ve always been moved and affected by music and art. The first time I heard the song Don’t Cry For Me Argentina from Evita, I was devastated.

I was 5 years old, sitting at the breakfast table, everyone yelling at me to finish my cereal and get ready for school. But I couldn’t move. I just sat there, tears welling up in my eyes, unable to eat for the lump in my throat, and a pain in my chest I didn’t understand.

I couldn’t go to school that day. My heart was aching. I spent most of the morning crying in bed. I cried for Argentina.

I just didn’t understand how everyone could carry on with their day when there was such sadness in Argentina.

Was also one of the first times my parents called a ‘man of the cloth’ to perform one of their “exorcisms” because I was obviously touched by the devil.

Ah those kooky religious people… The very epitome of hate and hurt in my world.