Her mother ran
out of the room, shutting her own bedroom door and started to weep. Likewise,
the little girl, devastated at her own stupidity, threw herself down on Eliza’s
bed and began to cry as well. After a while, she shut the window and retreated
to her room, where she began to pray for comfort.
During her
prayers she exclaimed, “I’m sorry Eliza! I’m sorry! And I’m sorry mama! I didn’t
mean to! I’m sorry!” and she began to weep again for the rest of the afternoon.
Her father had
no idea what had happened and found it odd that when he came home both his wife
and daughter were shut up in their rooms bellowing words of regret. Curious as
to what happened, he went upstairs to figure out the problems and bring comfort
to them both. He himself had gone to the Church that day and prayed. While
doing so, he realized that he had been miserable since his dear Eliza died, but
he had a wife and daughter to take care of still, and he needed to be strong
for them.
He quietly made
his way up the stairs, being extra careful not to alert either his wife or
daughter of his presence. The steps up the stairs were agonizing; the sorrow
that filled the house was as strong as the day Eliza had died. He still
remembered how that little face was so pale but even in her death, smiling. This
thought comforted him and he went to console his wife.
Meanwhile, the
little girl emerged from her room, wanting to apologize to her mother for being
cruel. However, she had been stalling; the pain she would feel when looking at
her mother’s aging, sorrowed face would break her heart like a rock would a
mirror. So, she disregarded the thought of apologizing at the moment and went
back to Eliza’s room.
When she got to
the room, she discovered that the door was closed and to her amazement, locked.
“Mother must be really upset with me.”
She said quietly, but as she was yearning for the comfort and reassurance she
so needed, she heard a noise.
It was quite
subtle, and if she had been moving about she wouldn’t have heard it. It was
steadily growing louder, but at the same time, quieter. Overcome with fear that
an intruder had entered through Eliza’s bedroom window, the little girl began
banging on the door to try and scare them off. Immediately her father and
mother emerged from their room, their faces pale and plastered with concern.
Her father spoke
first. “My dear child, what’s the matter? You’ve given me and your mother a fright!”
The little girl noticed that he was shaking all over, just like when the doctor
told him that Eliza was going to die within forty-eight hours.
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