Episode 8. 1776: Year of the Revolution?
Christmas has come and gone in a daze. A daze of lost hope. A dead baby seems to take up more space in your mind, in your heart, that the live baby did. I keep seeing her little smile, her outstretched arms, the wide eyes that seemed to beg for help. We did not know how to help. Some day in the future, maybe we'll know, but too late for Hannah.
I stay in my room as much as possible. "Boys don't cry" could have been the motto of the Elphinston school. All I know is that sometimes boys would like to cry.