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 her

a small

Hatcher handed her a lollipop.

a bucket out in the garden

her face away. “I don’t

the lollipop back into her

“…”

of curiosity, “Is your bucket full now,

the matter at hand, she had the feeling she wouldn’t be able to fill the bucket even if she were to

to fetch

There’s still so much of

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

sweating profusely. The bucket was only so slightly wet yet

the table over. “There’s no

girl gulped down the cup and tried again but no more

another

four whole

for a long while. Her voice grew hoarse but the bucket was yet

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

“Uwahh…”

glinted in the light as

Josh. The absurd sight of Hannah crying

still cheering Hannah on. “You can

frowned and asked,

Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop until it’s filled. We’re working

“…”

at Anthony but found herself with no tears left to

first time experiencing just how tiring crying could

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

“No buckets. Ask Granny for a cup instead, Uncle

the basin. She had a feeling even a cup

cried, and yet even she couldn’t

“…”

who was good at Math, stuffed his

of tears when they cry. A washbasin can fill about a quart. You would be spending the next 2,000 days crying. These are the numbers without factoring in the rate of evaporation. Even five years’ worth of your

I do? I can’t cry

“Try again when you wake up