She took one look at him and started to cry.

I started to cry at the beginning with the little girl!

She would start to cry if he left the room.

I started to cry and asked why didn't he have any.

Suddenly she wanted to hold him, and started to cry again.

Standing on the street, she started to cry, one hand to her face.

Sometimes when I tell people the story of how our baby got here, they start to cry.

Their eyes got big, and one little girl started to cry.

He looked at himself in the window one more time and almost started to cry.

Her hands went to his hair, and she started to cry.