Ruby cried as she stood in between her mourning parents on the day of her sister’s funeral. The other visitors whispered amongst one another, feeling sympathetic for the young child. Poor girl, having her sister taken away from her like that. She must be devastated. They got along so well, like two peas in a pod. This will probably affect her work at school. She’ll need therapy. Ruby looked up at the many men and women coming by, patting her parents on the shoulder, giving her comforting looks and touches on her head.
“It’ll be alright, Ruby,” her mother soothed as she rubbed Ruby’s head “She’s in a better place now.”
“Do you really think so?” Ruby asked as she looked up at her uncertainly.
“Of course, princess,” her father said as he knelt down to her “And don’t worry, everything will get better. It just takes a little time.”
The mother shot an annoyed look at the father behind Ruby’s back and when Ruby looked down at the lowering coffin, he shot her a look that matched her annoyance. Ruby clenched the arm of her doll as the dirt began to fill in the grave.
“Just…a little time…” she whispered softly.