Tears continue to fall from my eyes nonstop. I wept and before I knew it I was sobbing. I had never imagined Angelique's death to be that tragic. I regretted asking. I should have been just content to believe that she died out of an illness. Now, I finally understood the meaning of what my father usually says. Ignorance is a bliss.
I was shaking. I could not stop crying. I felt their pain. It was as if a knife stabbed my heart and left it there! And I could not take the knife away. Angelique died young. If she was living, I was probably just three years older than her. She was such a sweet and caring young lady. It was not fair!
Before I knew it, Jacob was seated next to me in the wagon. He handed me a kerchief to wipe my tears away. I took it and covered my face with it and my palms. Then, I sobbed some more. I felt Jacob's hands on my shoulders. Then, I was in his embrace. He was giving my back repeated gentle pats.
