He cries everyday, without fail,
like he received a doctor's prescription
He cries for hours on end
as if he would die if he does not
He responds to everything -
every action, every snub, every footstep,
by crying his lungs out
He has strong lungs, that boy
Nobody ever comforts him
None, not his sisters, not his mother,
they let him cry desolately by the stairs
until he realises the futility of the exercise
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