Iris was already depressed since Damian's untimely death, but I feared what was going to happen in the future if she continued spiraling downward in such a way, and I also dreaded the pain I would have to experience, endure, and overcome to pass this test.
I was already struggling mightily yet she wasn't even three years old.
"I don't know… my beloved daughter…" Venrice mouthed her dry reply after a few seconds of silence.
Iris gritted her teeth upon seeing her mother's sad state.
…
"Rest in peace… I love you so much…" The little girl cried as she stood slouched over her mother's grave.
It took less than a year and a half of this way of life to kill the kind but weak woman. One slightly more than what was considered reasonable aggression had done her in. She died at the hands of a random merchant who choked her too hard.
Grief.
So much grief.
