Sarah was restless. The solemn family and friends gathering was not her thing. Like a heavy weight on her shoulders, she sighed and wished she could be elsewhere rather than in the stately mansion owned by the deceased.
She shifted restlessly on her chair. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you sit still for a minute?" Sarah's mother, Mrs Mirabelle Stewart, whispered quietly. Sarah looked forlorn.
Funerals are not the best places to have fun because Sarah loved to have fun. She could not understand why the adults sat looking morose, sad and quiet, while some ladies held handkerchiefs to their faces and sniffed into it.
"Mommy. Can I go play with Kylie and Smart?" She whispered into her mother's ear. Mrs Mirabelle Stewart turned her icy blue gaze on her seven year old daughter. Sarah knew what the look meant. She blinked and leaned back in her chair.
"This is not the place and time for you to play. Understood?" Mrs Stewart whispered back. Sarah nodded, then locked eyes with Kylie. She smiled hesitantly and Kylie smiled back. That was the encouragement she needed.
"Attention please," a tall, plump man in black suit stood at the center of the room to address the guests.
Sarah used the distraction to slip away just as Kylie and Smart did the same. The three young ones met in the dining hall, held hands and walked into the library to play.
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