Last month, a 2 year old child of a friend (hereinafter referred to as B) died.
B was crying quietly as the child died.
After all I am sad, I thought that it was my own child.
Two children, B, including the dead child.
And, the first child ... I am an elementary school girl, but the girl is looking very lonely downwards.
I was sorry that my sister would be more saddie because her mother (B) is sad.
But that girl. When I looked closely at my face, my mouth was slightly distorted.
I bet he was glad and unbearable.
The reason is not to understand ... ....
That girl started crying the moment I noticed my eyes.