The Girl Who Forgot How to Cry

By- AK

INTRODUCTION-

Have you ever felt so numb that even sadness stops showing up?

I thought I was strong for never crying—until I realized I was just lost.

This is the story of how a random conversation on a rainy train ride cracked something open in me... and helped me remember how to feel again.

If you’ve ever hidden your emotions, this one’s for you.

🖤 The Girl Who Forgot How to Cry 🖤

THE STORY-

When Lila was a little girl, she cried all the time.

She cried when her knee got scraped, when her best friend ignored her, or even when she saw a sad cartoon.

Her mom would smile and say, “You have a kind heart, Lila. Don’t ever lose it.”

But the world didn’t always treat kindness gently.

As Lila grew older, she started to hide her emotions.

Once, in middle school, some girls laughed at her for crying during a movie in class.

“She’s so sensitive,” one of them whispered.

Lila felt ashamed. That day, she made a silent promise: Don’t cry in front of people. Ever again.

Years passed.

She got better and better at holding it in.

She smiled when she was sad.

She nodded politely when she was angry.

She laughed when she wanted to scream.

Eventually, the feelings stopped showing up at all.

She couldn’t remember the last time she cried. Not even when her pet cat died. Not even when her boyfriend broke up with her after three years.

She wasn’t fine. But she acted fine.

And the world kept moving on.

One rainy evening, Lila took the train home from work.

She sat by the window and watched raindrops race each other down the glass.

Her mind felt heavy, but blank. Like her feelings had been packed away in some dusty old box she couldn’t find anymore.

A man got on the train and sat across from her. He was holding a small book and looked tired, like her.

After a few minutes of silence, he said softly, “That’s where my mom is buried.”

He pointed out the window at a small cemetery they were passing.

Lila blinked. She wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to her—especially not about something like that.

“I’m sorry,” she said, not knowing what else to say.

“She passed away five years ago,” he added. “I visit every year, same day.”

His voice cracked, but he kept talking. “I didn’t cry at her funeral. I wanted to. But I couldn’t.”

He looked at Lila, and his eyes were wet. “Have you ever felt like that? Like if you start crying, you might never stop?”

Lila’s throat tightened.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I haven’t cried in years. I don’t know why. I just... can’t.”

The man smiled sadly. “Maybe we forget how, after a while. Or maybe we get scared of what it’ll feel like.”

He stood up as the train stopped.

“Thank you for listening,” he said. “It helps to say things out loud.”

Before the doors closed, he looked back at her and said, “It’s okay to feel. Even if it hurts.”

That night, Lila lay in bed and thought about the stranger.

She thought about her mom, who she hadn’t called in weeks.

She thought about the moments in her life that should’ve made her cry—but didn’t.

And for the first time in years, her eyes started to burn.

A single tear slid down her cheek. Then another.

She let them fall. Quiet, soft, and warm.

The more she cried, the lighter she felt.

It didn’t feel weak. It felt real. It felt like something was waking up inside her.

In the morning, her face was puffy, and her pillow was wet.

But Lila smiled at her reflection. For the first time in a long time, she felt like herself.

She hadn’t forgotten how to cry.

She had just needed someone to remind her it was okay.

THE END!