When mothers cry, it seems like something must be terribly wrong, no matter the reason. It feels like there is nothing you can do, but only to embrace them.
When mothers cry, it seems like love is overflowing through their eyes. It's as if they are unable to contain it - this feeling only they can understand.
When mothers cry, it seems like a piece of you gets lost, or flies to them, though unsure if it helps them at all, or if it just vanishes somewhere in the universe.
When mothers cry, it seems like I cannot help it either. That same knot returns to my stomach, rises up to my throat, and finally turns into salty water running down my cheeks.
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