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big boys don ‘ t cry

as the young boy follow / d a tear down his mom ‘ s cheek he turn / d to his father n asK / d ” why don ‘ t you ever cry ? ”
his father looK / d at him w / furrow / d brows of seriousness n reply / d , ” b / c you only have so many tears n then you ‘ re out . ”
” so , ” the young boy thought , ” where did all your tears go ? ”
” when i was a young boy , liKe you , i fell off my biKe . i scrap / d my Knee n it bled , so i cry / d . i cry / d for a full day . i cry / d pass / d my bedtime until no more tears drop / d from my eyes . then , i cried harder n asK / d my dad where my tears had gone . ”
” where did they go ? ” the young boy asK / d , worry / d .
” my tears dry / d up n there was no more left to cry . ”
the young boy asK / d ” why ? ” as he start / d crying for his father ‘ s lost tears .
he rest / d his hand on the young boys shoulder n said , ” b / c big boys don ‘ t cry . “

 

 

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