"I'm the poor woman who lost her son, and my marriage to Joseph Thompson is my dead son." Jaylene's eyes stared blankly at the bustling street, "I'm not heartbroken because I have nothing!"
"Jaylene!" Alisha shouted, tears welling up in her eyes in an instant. She grabbed Jaylene's shoulders and shook her a few times, "Jaylene, if you want to cry, just let it out. Bottling up your feelings like this will only break you."
"Why should I cry? I'm not heartbroken. Have you ever seen someone who's not heartbroken cry?"
Jaylene shook her head and stared stubbornly at Alisha Demontes, saying, "I won't cry, and I'm not heartbroken".
"Alright, we won't cry then!"
