I made my mom cry once. I said something about "if you don't want to live anymore, then don't". It was then when I realized that words have meaning, they have weight and all that sorts. I was like 14 or something. She got so mad that she pull my hair repeatedly for 4 seconds, then started crying. I got out of the room, terrified and embarrassed of what I said. Seeing her cry, I finally had the courage to come to her, hug her tightly, and said that I didn't mean it, and wanted to let her know that I love her. Things got a bit weird after that, but time really heals.