Sometimes we can put on a brave face, a mask to hide our true feelings. We can be so full of bravado or perhaps quiet and withdrawn to try to deceive people into thinking we are in control, we are sorted, we don't need anyone, but underneath that mask of deception we are a mess and life is in tatters. Even the toughest of men or the angriest of teenagers, or the shyness of women have something that will strike a nerve and make them crumble, the mention of families or children, whatever it may be, we all have something that will reveal our softer more vulnerable side, our real feelings and it takes a lot of trust, comforting and patience and sensitivity to see beneath the anger, hate, and violence, the timidity and solitude and when we are faced with that which makes us crumble we become like little children and let the mask slip, we allow our weakness and vulnerability shine through and we are n...