I was raised in the culture of “men don’t cry”. I was sensitive to everything. My father used to say it was because my mother raised me in books and filled me with extra emotions for everything. I remember I was reading a story about a hummingbird who a crow kills her babies and steals her house. I cried so hard for a couple of hours and argued with my father, “Why did you buy this book for me?” I had a lot of emotions. I cried when people on the TV started to cry. I cried when my principal told me about my recent grades and why they are bad. I cried over everything, not because of weakness, but because I was filled with emotions. I cried when my music teacher told me I’m a sensitive student and sometimes I can’t control it. So, I just cry. I cried so hard and heard so many times “men don’t cry” to the point I ran out of tears and couldn’t show my emotions properly.

Washington-be careful out there Tuck-yeah yeah okay dad