Biological Engineering

Men rarely cry but when they do they never cry again for the same reason Biological Engineering

when my grandmother died, the wind got sucked out of the belly of the family. We didn't just cry. We wailed. Long and loud. And even when it stopped, you could still hear the hole she left in the family. The echo of her absence bounced off the walls for years. It was my initiation to grief, and it was my father who taught me two things about being a man that time: Men cry. But not the way other people cry. There is a particular way in which a man cries. There's a protocol for this, handed down from "the Old Country," from grandfathers to fathers to sons.but when he cry he never cry again for the same reason