You cried when you read about poor annie monroe died of diphtheria six months after winning an attendance prize. Why does fiction do that to us? Is that not weird? Does it ever strike you as weird? You're describing our ability as human beings to empathize and the fact that we don't have to live every experience ourselves. O god forbid that we should have to experience war and hunger in order to empathize with those who who are in the midst of that. And literature helps us to do that. So i cried at the end of sense and sensibility. Good for you.