Hearing your mom cry is the worst thing in the world. My mom cried for a year straight. At least, that’s what it felt like. She would try to hide it from me. Lock herself in the bathroom, and turn the shower on. She would come out with dry eyes, and a smile on her face. Coincidentally, the way she hid her tears was the same way I did. Sometimes we would both be in the bathroom, her in the upstairs bathroom, and me in the downstairs one. In a way we were doing it together, and it was comforting.