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.

as if the world

helpless, a small figure

a lollipop.

Hannah crying into a bucket out in the garden after she had woken

sniffled and turned her face away.

didn’t hesitate to stuff the lollipop back into her pocket.

“…”

curiosity, “Is your

feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even

to fetch the

Hannah! There’s still so much

protested as she continued to cry. “H-Hold it better! Don’t let my tears fall to the

sweating profusely. The bucket was only so slightly wet yet

over. “There’s no more

and tried again

another

whole

voice grew hoarse but the bucket was yet

was sympathetic to her plight. “What to do? It’s still not full. Is Granny not gonna

“Uwahh…”

as she

sight of Hannah crying with Lilly holding up a basin was

Hannah on. “You can

asked, “What’s

a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s filled. We’re working

“…”

herself with no

time experiencing just how tiring crying

again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to allow me to change to a

her head. “No buckets. Ask Granny

child shook the basin. She had a feeling even a

yet even

“…”

who was good at Math, stuffed his

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

should I do? I can’t cry

it. “Try again when you wake up