I feel really sorry about discontinuity, well, let's begin anyway.
The latest book that made me cry is My Sweet Orange Tree. Zese's childhood is really sad. He is a very smart boy, sometimes too smart for everybody around him, even his family, to understand. In their eyes, Zese is just a naughty boy. That's why he had to make an imaginary friends with the orange tree behind his house. And then he befriended with the Portugal man, the only adult who finally seems to understand him the most. This man became his orange tree, became his guidance, his protecter. Yet their time is too short. At the end, Zese lost his best friend forever. I can't help shed my tear.