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 had left

as she grew helpless, a small figure sprinted down the

a

took notice of Hannah crying into a bucket out in the garden after she had

face away. “I don’t want

lollipop back into her pocket. “Okay.

“…”

asked out of curiosity, “Is your bucket

able to fill the bucket even if she were to cry herself blind. She pinched her lips tight as fresh tears

hurried away to fetch

do it, Hannah! There’s still so

cry. “H-Hold it

so slightly

cup of water on the table over. “There’s no more water in your eyes, Hannah!

down the cup and tried again but

her another glass.

four whole

long while. Her voice grew

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

“Uwahh…”

eyes glinted in the light as she held up the bucket once

of Hannah crying with Lilly

Hannah on. “You can do it! Believe in

asked,

a bucket full, Uncle Anthony. She’s not allowed to stop

“…”

Anthony but found herself

experiencing just how tiring crying could

asked pitifully, “I won’t cry again, Uncle. Please ask Granny to

“No buckets. Ask Granny for a cup instead,

basin. She had a feeling even a

even she

“…”

Math, stuffed his hands into his pockets and spoke

the next 2,000 days crying. These are

“What should I do? I can’t cry

it. “Try again when