Instead of wallowing in tears she prefers to hide them. When it’s too close to pain, hurt and the crack in the voice. For a second she pictures herself in the humble vulnerability and shakes her head to wake up from the reverie. She smiles, thinks how happy the moments are. How selfish it is to drag someone into the misery of her scathing pain. She recollects all the ordinary, mundane anecdotes to change the subject- the easy way out.