Steve Harvey Crying Meme Novels & Stories

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

He took on the responsibility of bringing his siblings back to life after the death of his parents. I felt so sorry for his story that I couldn't help but cry. "Why are you crying there?"he asked worriedly. "It's so sad to know about what happened in your life.The sadness of your story," I cried in response to him. "It's not your thing to cry, your face is funny,haha ​​!" he said laughing. "You're funny,Harvey!" I replied annoyed. "Yeah,I'm just joking but seriously I don't want to see you cry," he said seriously as he looked into my eyes and I immediately avoided looking at him.

Steve looked like he was going to say something else, but then thought better of it and sat down at the dining table too. “Good morning, Uncle Steve.” Harper greeted. “Oh, hi, Harper dear. How are you doing today?” “I’m sad. My brother went to heaven today. I'll miss him. My dad is sad too.” “I know, and I’m so sorry about that. Please accept my condolences.” Steve said. This was amusing to Derek and a small smile formed around his mouth. “What’s so funny?” Steve asked, looking offended. “Accept my condolences? She’s just going to be six for crying out loud. Don't you think that word is too big for her?”

My daughter’s words may have been capable of inciting anger, but Celine and Harvey found them humorous and shared a laugh. “Damn! This girl has got some serious attitude! She really is his daughter,” Harvey chuckled. “I mean, if you’re not Summer’s kid, I’d probably hate your guts too, lady!” “As if I’d ask you to like it,” Stefani scoffed and rolled her eyes. Then, she redirected her attention towards me and pleaded, “Mommy, can we please go to Mister?” Her eyes welled up with tears, causing a pang in my heart. I glanced over at Harvey, who shrugged in response, and then at Celine, who also shrugged, but looked at me with a hint of pity.