"Hush! Don't cry..."


The mother clasped the child to her body. Whatever little space remained between them was closed. The child buried his face in the mother's neck and howled. His tears smothered, drowned over the mother's reassuring words of kindness.


The pangs of hunger. The sense of disappointment. The feeling of unhappiness and failure and grief that was seeping into it, through its skin. The child couldn't take it any more. A fresh wave of tears washed over him.


He was lying on the floor. Curled up in a foetal position. Crying.
The mother came, tried to embrace the defeated being. Crooned soft, calming words.


The child's body shook.
The mother stroked his head and murmured, "Don't cry."


The child sobbed loudly in reply.
The mother sighed and said with finality, "Don't cry. For there is no end to this grief."

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