Grief of a 7-Year-Old (Day 7) (late)

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She scurried back to the top bunk. She leaped off.

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Her foot slipped before she scrambled up the ladder. She jumped again.

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She barely felt herself land on the mass of pillows before she was climbing the ladder again.

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The tears began to stream down her chubby cheeks.

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This has been her favorite game.

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She didn't understand how she kept falling without so much as a bruise to show.

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She suppressed a hiccup of guilt.

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She should never had taught her baby sister how to play.

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Her sister had only been months old.

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She couldn't understand how her little sister was in the ground now.

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All because of her favorite game.

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