There is no crying in.... English.

Today while I was at work I was looking through the English texts to prepare some lessons for the upcoming school year. I came across a story that made me teary. Please enjoy.

A Mother's Lullaby
A big, old tree stands by the road near the city of Hiroshima. Through the years, it has seen many things.
One summer night the tree heard a lullaby. A mother was singing to her little girl under the tree. They looked happy, and the song sounded sweet. But the tree remembered something sad.
"Yes it was some sixty years ago. I heard a lullaby that night, too"
On the morning of that day, a bomb fell on the city of Hiroshima. Many people lost their lives, and many others were injured. They had burns all over their bodies. I was very sad when I saw those people.
It was a very hot day. Some of the people fell down near me. I said to them, "come and rest in my shade. You'll be all right soon."
Night came. Some people were already dead. I heard a weak voice. It was a lullaby a young girl was singing to a little boy.
"Mommy! Mommy!" the little boy cried.
"Don't cry," the little girl said. "Mommy is right here."
Then she began to sing again.
She was very weak, but she tried to be a mother to the poor little boy. She held him in her arms like a real mother.
"Mommy," the boy was still crying.
"Be a good boy," said the girl. "You'll be all right." She held the boy more tightly and began to sing again.
After a while the boy stopped crying and quietly died. But the littl emother did not stop singing. It was a sad lullaby. The girls voice became weaker and weaker.
Morning came and the sun rose, but the girl never moved again.