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  • When mom, Hannah, and I arrived at our house, which was located on one of the hills surrounding the town, it was nearly six in the afternoon, and daylight was fading, but we still got a good look at our house. It had tiny windows, an even tinier chimmney, and the whole house being intimidatingly small made me feel like I was a country girl. Hannah, having no wits, asked mom whether if we were really going to live her. Mom sighed and said we would, until she found a suitable job. Hannah seemed to have more to say, but I dragged her to our room and read her a book, mainly to keep her quiet, and partly to steady myself. Also, I wasn't very eager to start our life at this cottage with disappointments from me, Hannah, and mom.

    Desperate to find a job, and mom was often out of the house when I woke up. I stayed home with Hannah, spending time reading her a book named [Little Women] to remind her of Jane and Alice, because once I heard from a friend that little girls sometimes forget many things when they grow up, and I didn't want Hannah to forget Jane and Alice.

     One day, while I was reading the part about the March sister's lazy summer, Hannah asked me, "Ann, are we ever going to see Jane and Alice again?"

     I was stunned by her question. "Of course, Hannah," I said sweetly, "we're going to see them soon, and they will meet you with opened arms."

     "But... But... Why don't we live together if we miss each other so much? Why can't we just be a family again, like we used to have."

     I realized then that there was no way I could explain this to Hannah. How can I explain that mom and dad doesn't love each other anymore, and is living seperated? Especially since Hannah was only five. It'd be too much for Hannah, and she'd probably don't understand it anyway. Jane and Alice and I had been trying to keep Hannah from bad things, so that she don't get a wrong impression, like love is bad. I looked at Hannah's blue eyes, and remembered promising Jane and Alice I will take care of Hannah, and keep her out of misery. Looking at her innocent eyes made me feel butterflies in my stomach, and I felt like crying. "Don't cry infront of Hannah," I told myself. "Don't."

     I abruptly dismissed her. I walked out the house, and started to run. I ran until the house, and then the hill was out of sight. But not until I reached the town. I had never visited the town, though mom went their often to seek a job. Mom wanted to send me to school; the only school in town, but I refused and said I could home-school with Hannah. 

     When I was sure Hannah couldn't see me, I let go of the tears I had hold on, and they poured down effortlessly. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheek. I missed Jane and Alice so much. But as much as I missed them, I knew I couldn't live with them. Dad needed them, and mom needed us.

     When I had cried my eyes out, and was sure I had settled myself, I went home, to find Hannah gone. I first thought Hannah was playing hide and seek, but there was no place for her to hide in this almost vacant small cottage. Even so, I searched the house again, for a mere possibility that Hannah was playing hide and seek, but again, found nobody. Then I thought of something terrible. What if Hannah had followed me outside, but lost me when I started running? She couldn't possibly keep up with me with her short legs. I went out the door and looked at the wide field of grass, and I starting walking. 

     As my thoughts wondered whether Hannah had tripped and rolled down hill, my pace quickened until it became a wild sprint. I ran down the hill, thinking how Hannah used to stumble or get off her feet even on plain, hard ground, and her unusually light body that could send her tumbling down. Then my thoughts flashed on how Hannah would react when she sprained her anckle. She'd probably try to stand up, making her anckle get worse, or just lie down and cry. That was enough. I ran down the hill, and cried, "Hannah!" But I could only hear echos bouncing off the steep hills. I cried out "Hannah!" again and again until my throat felt sore. I didn't think the reactions of the townspeople when they heard shouts from the hills, but I didn't actually considered how the townspeople would think about me on normal days anyway. My main concern was Hannah. I ran around, ignoring my aching legs and sore throat, until darkness fell aboard, and then I returned home.

     I found mom on the porch, and her face brightened when she saw me. I ran to her, threw my arms around her waist and started weeping. My mom's face instantly went white when she saw that Hannah wasn't with me. "No-no. Annemarie, no." She staggered back. I just kept weeping, feeling terrible as my mom's body trembled with fear and anguish.

     Night fall, and there was still no Hannah. Mom seemed to think Hannah was dead, so I told her the whole story. I regretted after I told her the whole story because her face showed of guilt. "Oh, Annemarie. I'm so sorry. I never thought how you would feel about your dad and my seperation... It's all my fault, don't blame yourself. I should've took care of Hannah and stayed at home, then..." Mom didn't finish. She had started crying.

     "No. It's not your fault. It's mine. If only I had been more responsible, I would've never left Hannah..." my voice drowned out from all that shouting I had done. 

     Mom hugged me tightly. She said, "No, Annemarie. I shouldn't have left you two alone," which made me feel even more guilty, knowing that mom had trusted me with Hannah, and now I had failed her.

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