Alois was on the floor, lying on his stomach and coloring. You on the other hand, were at the other end of the room, watching him trying to stay focused on him, but you just couldnt do it. You took another slow deep breath, and glanced up at the ceiling as long as possible. Your eyes watered, but looking up always seemed to make them go away. Alois turned his head to look at you, noticing that you were trying not to cry.
He got up and walked over to you, wraping his arms tightly around you. "Whats wrong?" You shook your head not wanting to tell him. He looked at you still holding onto you tightly and spoke softly "You dont want to tell me.. Thats okay, but you know its okay to cry." You shook your head yet again and put your hands on his arm.
"It's not Alois. Crying means I'm weak, and I am not weak Alois... I can't cry... I told my mother when I was young, I was a big girl, and that her big girl was never going to cry..... No matter what.." He looked at you sadly, and hugged you tighter "Its okay.. Big girls can cry sometimes, I promise..."
