" As the doctors told him, he wanted to scream out loud and cry. He held his heavy head up
and clenched his teeth and fists. “Men don’t cry,” his grandpa used to say. “Men don’t cry.” �8
But he cried. Like a baby. He cried till he could feel cracks in his heart as he breathed. He
cried till he knew he would never love again. "

― Thisuri Wanniarachchi , The Terrorist's Daughter