I thought of hello printed with magnets on my refrigerator door, and a child sobbing in the dark.

The child reached out toward the woman and sobbed, "Mommy!

The child sobbed once and laid her head on the woman's shoulder.

In the middle of the carnage, children were sobbing.

Her child sobbed in her arms, and she held him.

One child sobbed recently after the first act.

The child, I noted with relief, had sobbed herself to sleep.

The women were fluttering about helplessly and the child was sobbing.

Yet the child could make him no answer, and sobbed as though her heart were bursting.

Suddenly the child sobbed, her arms reaching out for love.