You've Never Heard Your Mom Weep, Thoughts?

Your father through the open door puts you on a small little bench with a folded piece of hard canvas cloth. And he says, I'm going to go back into the town. There are survivors and other people here who need help. He turns to stone, kisses her on the cheek and says, I'll hold them off. We have time. The legs and the arms in the front extend far longer. Prowls off towards the front of the carriage. You see tears streaming down her face, but you've never seen your mom weep before. She is simply crying, as she often does when she is moved by powerful feeling. Your mother wraps her hands around yours and whispers words in