Report, if you have a problem with this page“ She cries quietly, her shoulders heaving up and down, not the kind of loud sobbing that the women Chika knows do, the kind that screams Hold me and comfort me because I cannot deal with this alone. The woman's crying is private, as though she is carrying out a necessary ritual that involves no one else. ”
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
From : The Thing Around Your Neck
