Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Hannah, meanwhile, was so frightened that she stopped crying. Her cries tapered off into hiccups and soft sobs.

Bettany’s temper flared. Her countenance took on an arctic chill. “You like crying, don’t you? Do as you like! You’re not allowed to stop until you fill this bucket!”

The girl, sure enough, burst into full-blown wailing after receiving the scare.

She had cried at first to cause a scene, but now she was downright howling.

Her tears were genuine this time.

The child held the bucket in her hands and kept crying. Each tear fell into the container.

Mrs. Bettany Levine, the Madam of the Crawford household, was, however, an obstinate woman. She silently watched on as the younger cried.

The elder had a childish streak to her. You want to act out? So can I. Both were now stuck in a stalemate until Hannah grew exhausted from her endless whines.

Hannah was too afraid to stop. She proceeded to cry even harder when she finally noticed her tears wouldn’t even fill half a cup.

She choked up as she continued sobbing, “I can’t anymore, Granny. I’m thirsty… I want water…”

Margaret could barely hold in her laughter.

Bettany was as angry as she was amused. “Are you going to keep crying?”

Hannah sniffled and shook her head. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Bettany grunted and went back inside.

Margaret hurriedly approached the child. “Let’s go back inside, Little Miss! Have a glass of water.”

Hannah had cried her eyes red. No one had ever treated her this way.

Her mother would always meet her demands whenever she turned on the waterworks.

She was slowly coming to understand her tears weren’t everything. They meant nothing before her grandmother.

Margaret guided the child to the first floor and sat her down to get her to drink water.

No one else had come home. Her mother had also been driven away. It seemed she was the only one left in the huge manor. Hannah suddenly felt fearful, flustered, and confused.

if the world had left

helpless, a small

a lollipop. “For

a bucket out in the garden after she

and turned her face away. “I

didn’t hesitate to stuff the lollipop back into her pocket. “Okay. If you say

“…”

of curiosity, “Is your bucket full

the bucket even if she were to cry herself blind. She pinched her lips

hurried away to fetch

There’s still so much of the bucket left to

as she continued to cry. “H-Hold it better! Don’t let

was only so slightly wet yet Hannah had no

the cup of water on the table over. “There’s no more

and tried again but no more tears

her another

drinking four whole cups of water, leaving

a long while. Her voice grew

do? It’s still not full. Is Granny not gonna

“Uwahh…”

eyes glinted in the light as she held up the

absurd sight of Hannah crying with

Hannah on. “You

frowned and asked, “What’s

“Granny made Hannah cry a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s filled.

“…”

found herself with no tears

This was her first time experiencing just how tiring crying could be. I

ask Granny to allow me to change to a smaller

buckets. Ask

had a feeling even a

even she couldn’t fill

“…”

stuffed his hands into

fill about a quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the

wept. “What should I do? I can’t

“Try again when you