She let the tears fall, rolling out of her eyes and down her cheeks, each drop taking away with it a little bit of her misery. But as they reached her lips, she gently gathered them on her tongue again, taking it all right back.For deep within that very misery, wrapped up in that very sorrow, lay her most poignant memories. And no matter how much they pained, it was those very memories that defined her, made her who she was now; and as long as she had her identity, she had hope.