Both mother and son end up crying in each other's arms.

But he didn't want to cry alone in the dark.

He could hear a baby crying in a room across the street.

My mother had spent most of the day crying in her room.

She knew one did not cry in such a place.

We would do takes and she'd just start crying in the middle of a take.

He had never heard them cry in the dark before.

Real men didn't seem to cry in their culture either.

He had cried a name in the middle of the night.

The power had cried in the dark, to be let inside me.