When I got an injection in a hospital in London I cried like a child. They looked at me and wondered why an adult like me was crying when being injected. So embarrassed. When seeing a sad romance film, I cry. When listening to a sad song, I also cry. When going past the places where I have nice past memories, cry. I often say I am weak. Other people say I am strong. Now I know I cry for both reasons: weak and strong. And perhaps another reason is that there are so many tears in my eyes. :-(.
