One of my friends told me she can´t cry although I earn the master on crying. I remember one day when I was in 7th grade. My parents decide to transfer me from school to “Madrasa’’ (an Islamic educational institution) It was cumbersome to accept their decision.
Thank you pillow, to allow me to scream, cry on you, and also I’m sorry. I know it was a winter night you had a really difficult time because of my tears.
