During a visit to his family's home in Milan he wrote: "Mama often cries bitterly and I am not given a single undisturbed moment here.

'Mama,' cried Bertrande, desperately reaching out her arms.

Mama cried and hugged them and said she loved her family, but things got worse after that.

Mama cried all the time and went out every night and left them alone.

'No, Mama, that is not so,' Abraham cried.

Mama had been crying, and Marie Anne knew that it was the bad people in the streets who made her cry.

Mama cried through the whole service.

Mama cried a little bit and hugged me so I almost couldn't breathe.

Mama was crying.

The first time I danced en pointe, Mama cried.