Aurelia and Wynn had great attitudes, and it was easier to deal with them since they were my biological children. I had never encountered any situation like this, even when getting along with Anne. This was out of my capacity and all I could do was watch her cry.
Society was indeed cold, and passers- by loved watching things play out from the sidelines. As the cries got louder, those who had been minding their own business shot their gazes and stares from every direction possible at us.
To be at the centre of attention was not all wonderful.
I signaled Freya, saying, "You caused this. So, fix it!"
Freya pretended as if she hadn't heard a word I had said.
I was at a loss. "Is this what best friends do? Make a mess and leave the rest for the other to clean up?" I thought.
Anne added, "If you can hold back from crying, I have a solution for you to earn more money and receive more blessings for your mother. If you agree, wipe your tears and follow me. You only get
one chance."
One second was all it took for the cries to come to a halt.
Anne then held the little girl in one hand and the flower basket in the other as they headed down the stairs.
I was dumbstruck, as if I had just witnessed Wynn comforting Aurelia whenever she threw a tantrum.
"I knew we could count on Anne, unlike you. You can't even handle a child." Freya started lashing out at me once the matter was settled.
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