I cried

Embracing my vulnerability

I *cried* when I got my first job.
I *cried* when my parents visited me abroad for the very first time.
I *cried* when my sister separated from a toxic marriage.
I *cried* when *we* completed a 10-day Himalayan trek.
I *cried* when my writing was appreciated as a newbie writer.

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