Crying

I once told my parents when I was just six years old that I wanted to be ten times better than they were. Both of my parents came to America from Jamaica who worked hard to buy my brother and me a house to grow up in. Both of my parents could not afford to go to college in Jamaica so being born and raised in the Bronx they give me the opportunities that they never had. Yes, I wanted to be ten times better than my parents but I didn’t know all the obstacles that I would face or how hard it would be

Introduction Do you have those memories that you know you will never forget? The ones that make you feel joy and others that are full of sadness? I have 5 memories I want to share with you that I think are important in my life. Read on, to hear more about me and the 5 most important memories in my life. When I adopted my cat Shadow Have you ever had a pet cat? I have and I still have him. He is probably sleeping away on my bed right now. When I brought him back from the barn, he meowed and

no one to play with. I was really sad. I didn’t know what to say nor think. In school I was distracted. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt warm tears running down my cheek again and then I realize I was crying. I whipped my face feeling the warm tears on my hand. Mom picked me up early because I was crying, a lot but I didn’t want to go home because I knew he would not be there. I wish he would come back. I want him with me and I burst in tears again. This is the story of when I lost my dog friend. I

Title: That Woman Cried Written by KyuSe7en501 Note: Forgive me if I ain’t good in writing. T_T Twenty- fourth of January a woman appeared before my eyes. She was crying, really, really hard. I didn’t know what to do, I was at a total loss of words. Since then, I started wondering why women cry; are they just fond of crying, or, do they cry for something men don’t understand? As a man myself I want to know the answer. Not that I love to interfere with their sorrows but I just want to have

I will pick you up after school and we will go do something or go home.” My mom grabbed me and started crying as my brother asked, “What’s going on? What’s happening? Why is Logan and mom crying dad?” My dad explained that my mom and him were splitting up and he was moving away to a different house. My brother still didn't understand, but started crying too. Since my brother and I were crying, my dad started to tear up. I was surprised because my dad usually never cries over anything. We all sat

We were sitting down at the dinner table enjoying lasagna. We had the same old discussions at the table. How was work? What did you do in school? My mom asked my siblings and I if we met any new friends. That was the first time my mom spoke in a long time. The first time she didn’t have a brittle sound coming from her. My mom brought my brother, Jose, up. She talked about how this year, if he was alive, he would be 7 years old. It was dead silence at that point. The silence was so thick and hefty

Try conceptualizing a world with perpetual rain. This is the world that Bradbury creates in his short story, “All Summer In a Day. A group of scientists and their children live on Venus, a planet that only sees the sun for an hour every seven years. The kids that immigrated here are only 9 years old. They do not remember the sun, as they have only seen the sun once, 7 years ago. But, there is a girl named Margot. Unlike the other kids, she was born on earth and moved to Venus 5 years ago. She has

“Bill?” Dipper said from behind him. “Are you crying?” The demon’s head shot up and he twisted his head around to look at his lover. “No! I don’t cry.” The tears falling down Bill’s cheeks said otherwise. Warm arms wrapped around him and Bill relaxed into them, twisting the rest of his body around so he could push his face into Dipper’s chest and wipe away those horrid tears and emotions. “Why do you always do that?” His Pine Tree asked softly. “Do what?” Bill knew what. He was just too stubborn

calls me over to go in and, I did. When I enter in the car I see my cousin Alim and my dad. They looked sad. I could see the red in my dad’s eye with dried up tears. I saw my cousin Alim looked as if he were guilty of some crime. My sister, she was crying...she was hurt. “ What’s wrong” I said curious. She looked away in shame to show her face. Then my father began to speak, “ Morlema, you know...people don’t live forever right?” “Yeah…” I said. “Morlema, your cousin nima passed away” My heart

This article is about the human shedding of tears. For other uses, see Crying (disambiguation). A toddler crying. French people bid troops of the French Army goodbye as they leave metropolitan France at Marseille harbour, 1941.Crying (also referred to as sobbing, weeping, bawling, or wailing) is shedding tears as a response to an emotional state in humans. One need only shed a single tear to be crying. The act of crying has been defined as "a complex secretomotor phenomenon characterized by