"Why do you think we have to let them go, little boy?" The old lady stroke the young boy's head softly. The deep honey coloured hair was so soft that her fingers could through it smoothly.

The young boy looked at the old lady with his deep blue eyes. He was looking for an answer, why did he have to let go on something. Ten seconds passed, the old lady still waited on him patiently. Indeed, even a short 10-second felt so long in a conversation.

"Because, hem... probably because to let our selves in peace?" The young boy answered uncertainly.
The young lady, who was listening while continue preparing some menus for lunch, stopped her hands and threw her sight to those two. She was interested.
"Why did you say it's for our own peace?" The young lady asked with deep interest in her voice.
"Is it wrong?" The young boy touched the rim of his glass nervously, he didn't expect that his answer would lead to another question on him. It had been a while since he had his last deep conversation.

"Again, it's not about right or wrong, boy. Like I said, you just have a unique logic, and I am interested. Don't take it negatively," the young lady smiled at the young boy tenderly.

"Oh, I see." The young boy exhaled in relieve. "Well, I think when we mourn over something that we lost, we actually torture our selves with grief. The longer we mourn, the longer the torture is. I think it's frustrating to a certain point and definitely unhealthy. That's why I said, if we could let it go, it's for our peace."

'What a smart explanation!' Both the ladies thought, like a telepathy. 

"There was one lady near my house, I think around 5 years ago. She was around the same age as my mother, but she looked kinda senile. She just sat on rocking chair at the porch, stared emptily to the garden. Her husband was quite a pity, I think. He worked and also took care of his wife. It were just the two of them. Later, I knew that she lost her newborn baby due to high fever. It destroyed her inside out."

The awkward air floated as the young boy let his story half finished. However, the two ladies waited for him patiently, as they felt there was a continuation.

"Around a year later, the husband decided to move back to his wife's parents house. He hoped that her parents could help him to take care of her while he helps them do the farm."
"But I think, if only that lady could let the baby go, and started a new life with her husband, try to get another baby.. they might have another chance of life."

The two ladies kept in silent for two minutes.

"I think you actually know how to let it go. Doesn't he, Granny?" The young lady smiled and went to the kitchen, continued her works.
"Do I?" the young boy looked at the old lady.

The old lady smiled, "There is a saying, Don't regret it because it's over, but be grateful because it happened."
"It's OK to keep the memory, as long as you have the right feeling over the memory, then you know how to deal your lost."

The young boy touched the rim of his glass, circling it with the tip of his index finger several times, "Indeed."