““A belief began to form profoundly inside her — that crying reflected a flaw. That her tears were a problem. That She should trap them in. So She did. The tears started pouring on the inside. She cried alone at night, for hours, in her room — so no one could see or hear her. The tears did not come the way She had anticipated. Just enough to remain strong for everyone else. Strength, for her, had always meant this — trapping inside what needed to be released, so that others could fall apart safely between her hands.””
