Don’t Cry for Me“I hate when people cry at funerals,” my mother said.
“When should they cry?” I asked.
But she cried, when she thought no one was looking, for my dead father, the love of her life, and for my brother, lost on the streets.
Some mourners shed tears, despite the fact that I wrote “Don’t Cry!” on the cake, and propped a small, stern photograph of her in the blue icing.
— Susan Parker
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