“I suppose you think I am weak.” “No,” Ari said vehemently. “Anna, you are the strongest person I know.” “I told myself not to come to you,” Anna said bitterly. “You should not have to share the burden of my grief. It is mine to carry.” “It is ours,” said Ari. “No one is strong and unyielding all the time, and none of us should be. We all have to let down our guard sometime. We are made up of different parts, sad and happy, strong and weak, solitary and in need of others. And there is nothing shameful about that.”
