When I was a kid and my grandfather died, I didn't cry. But seeing most people cried, I tried so hard to cry, just to look normal. I guess there was only a drop of tear. Well, better than nothing.
When I, or we, grow up, why do we cry over little things, or some quite big things, like over and over? Is it because we learn something in life and be more sensitive? Or we get to know people and be more sensitive? Or we just grow with that sensitive feeling?
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