She's dead.
The words still sounded foreign to Mrs Brown, that she felt numb throughout the entire discussion with the lady who told how she died.
She was a failure.She failed as a mother and there's no way she's going to live each passing day without blaming herself for her daughter's demise.
At first she didn't want to believe it, denying it to the end even when she was being consoled by the nun,she just couldn't take it.
She leaned against the wall,as the tears streamed down her face while regretting each passing moment of her life for what she did.
Her baby died.
She died!
All because of her.
She should have come sooner to get her away from here,maybe things would have turned out differently right?
The nun said that she died from a rare disease which was not figured out earlier when she was just a few years old.
Nine years.
she was not even able to grow up into an adult,not at all.
This was unfair!
