When the children cry, they look sad and bittersweet but still beautiful. Giant tears rolling out of shining, clear eyes and down smooth rosy cheeks. When I cry, my eyes look like I’m on a bender, my nose turns red and my sinuses open up to allow clear slugs to flow out of each nostril. I also get a bright red mustache that I’ve never understood. When I’m sad you want me to hide in my room.