Ever since Erwin's mother passed away, he had seldom cried again.
However, he would cry frequently and uncontrollably when he was with Henry. He really felt sorry for Henry!
Looking at Henry taking his medicine without crying or making a fuss, smiling while undergoing chemotherapy, and looking at Henry's thirst for life, Erwin's eyes reddened as he told Henry, "Henry, you don't have to be so strong."
"You're only a child. You're only two years old. You can still cry and make a fuss!"
Henry retorted, "What's the point of making a fuss? Will my illness be cured if I cry? Or will I not have to continue to be in so much pain?"
He was rendered speechless by Henry's question.
At that moment, Henry continued, "I took my medicine and combined it with chemotherapy just to get better as soon as possible! I don't cry because I don't want mommy to cry."
Even if he did not cry, mommy cried so much every day.
