What are you trying to do to Giselle again?”
Giselle hid behind Hansel and smirked at me while toying with the urn in her hand. I watched in despair as some ashes fell out of
the urn and onto the ground.
Scrambling up from the ground, I yelled at her with rage–filled eyes. “No! Give me back that urn!”
Looking down at me, Hansel said coldly, “Can you see your mistakes now?”
I fell to the ground and begged them when the ashes wouldn’t stop falling out of my child’s urn.
“I was wrong. Sorry, Giselle. Sorry, Hansel. I’m sorry. I will never do that again. Please give me back that urn, I beg of you…”
Hansel probably felt bad to see me in that sorry state. He bent over and helped me up.
“I’m glad you understand your mistakes. Don’t repeat them again.”
He turned around to take the urn from Giselle, but at that moment, she gasped.
She had dropped the urn onto the ground. The ashes of my child scattered all across the ground.
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