A different form of grief

“I use to think that when the day come I would feel so free and happy that it was over. But you know the day when it happen I felt so sad like if I lose something, like a emptiness. I don’t know how to really put it over in words but that night I went home and cry me belly full.

“Don’t ask me what I was crying for because I don’t really know, the tears just come and they keep coming and I cry and cry,” she said.

As she spoke, tears glistened in her eyes.