As Bertha cleaned her children, her eyes constantly darted between the clock and her children with worry. Without realizing, she poured hot water on the child.
"Mom, it hurts!"
Bertha snapped out of her thoughts and, realizing what she had done, her eyes widened. She gently poured cold water over the little girl.
"Forgive your mother, Abigail!" Bertha, hugging the girl named Abigail, anxiously rinsed her.
"Mom? What are you thinking about?" Abigail said with a maturity far beyond her years. For a six-year-old girl, she looked and spoke with incredible maturity.
Bertha avoided eye contact in shame and could only apologize. "Forgive your mother, Abigail... It won't happen again, I promise."
Abigail looked into Bertha's nearly tearful eyes and sighed. In reality, she wasn't really from here, at least not her soul. She was an ordinary woman who had come from another world.
