What is it that makes her cry? The loss of her mother, The weight she carries from buried pain, The trauma of that man who told her to keep a secret, The memory of her first love, her lost love, The lack of confidence battered down by generations of women projecting hurt onto their daughters. Is it the silence of her father, The responsibility of nurturing, growing, loving? What is it that makes her cry? Perhaps it's the pain of living with no freedom to be. -S. S