A/N: I know it's taken forever to get this next chapter up but please R+R. Hope you like it :)
Upon their arrival at their temporary home, the glebe house, they discovered that they had the house to themselves.
Sihate decided to take this opportunity to inform her sister of the horrible truth, that she had to face.
"Hala, you have to sit down." Sihate seated herself in the rocking chair in the living area.
The little girl jumped onto her sister's lap, snuggling up against her. "What is it, sister?"
"Mother, is not coming back."
"Yes, she is Sihate." The girl smiled, thinking her sister was trying to trick her.
"No, Hala she is not coming back."
"No, Sihate." The small girl was getting sick of this joke. It was not very funny.
"She can't come back,"
"Yes, she can. When we were going to pick you up, she told me so. She said that she would be with me no matte what, Sihate."
"What do you mean? When were you coming to pick me up?"
"The night that you had at sleepover at the night at the Son's house. You were mad about not coming home to sleep, so we were going to pick you take you home with us, so you could be happy again."
So that's what they were doing. They were coming to pick me up, when they got in the accident. So it was my fault. It was all my fault that mom died. Sinai shook those thoughts out of her head. I have to stop thinking about anything else, about why my mother died, I need to focus on Hala. I need to tell her the truth.
"Hala, was that the night that you got in the accident?"
"What accident?"
"The accident that gave you that bump," Sihate brushed a few hairs out of the child's face, revealing a large bump on the girl's forehead.
"Oh, that accident. Yes, that's the night my head got hurted."
"Hala, Mother is not coming back."
"Yes! She is!"
"She is not coming back. The night when you got that bump, mommy died."
The small girl shook her head feverishly. "No!" She screamed. "Mommy is coming back!"
Sihate had to keep calm. She had to keep her head, and face clear. Looking into her sister's eyes she said, "Mother has gone. She cannot come back. She's gone to heaven with the angels," She stopped for a moment, and lowered her eyes. " with daddy,"
"No, Sihate!" The girl hit her sister's arm. She did not want to be a part of this joke anymore.
"Yes, she's dead,"
"No!" The small girl cried. "Mommy wouldn't leave us!" She was now pounding her sister with tiny balled-up fists.
"She did not choose to. It was not her choice. Her life was taken from her."
"No! You're lying! Stop it, Sihate!" The child's hammering was beginning to hurt Sihate.
"I would not lie to you. I am telling the truth. It's okay to be mad, Hala." Sihate looked straight into her sister's eyes and asked, "You hear me?"
The girl finished her abuse with one last strong blow to Sihate's chest. She then ran down the hall into her temporary room, slamming the door. From the closed door Sihate heard a muffled voice yell, "She's not dead!"
Sihate had not gotten through to her. She would try again another time.
Upon their arrival at their temporary home, the glebe house, they discovered that they had the house to themselves.
Sihate decided to take this opportunity to inform her sister of the horrible truth, that she had to face.
"Hala, you have to sit down." Sihate seated herself in the rocking chair in the living area.
The little girl jumped onto her sister's lap, snuggling up against her. "What is it, sister?"
"Mother, is not coming back."
"Yes, she is Sihate." The girl smiled, thinking her sister was trying to trick her.
"No, Hala she is not coming back."
"No, Sihate." The small girl was getting sick of this joke. It was not very funny.
"She can't come back,"
"Yes, she can. When we were going to pick you up, she told me so. She said that she would be with me no matte what, Sihate."
"What do you mean? When were you coming to pick me up?"
"The night that you had at sleepover at the night at the Son's house. You were mad about not coming home to sleep, so we were going to pick you take you home with us, so you could be happy again."
So that's what they were doing. They were coming to pick me up, when they got in the accident. So it was my fault. It was all my fault that mom died. Sinai shook those thoughts out of her head. I have to stop thinking about anything else, about why my mother died, I need to focus on Hala. I need to tell her the truth.
"Hala, was that the night that you got in the accident?"
"What accident?"
"The accident that gave you that bump," Sihate brushed a few hairs out of the child's face, revealing a large bump on the girl's forehead.
"Oh, that accident. Yes, that's the night my head got hurted."
"Hala, Mother is not coming back."
"Yes! She is!"
"She is not coming back. The night when you got that bump, mommy died."
The small girl shook her head feverishly. "No!" She screamed. "Mommy is coming back!"
Sihate had to keep calm. She had to keep her head, and face clear. Looking into her sister's eyes she said, "Mother has gone. She cannot come back. She's gone to heaven with the angels," She stopped for a moment, and lowered her eyes. " with daddy,"
"No, Sihate!" The girl hit her sister's arm. She did not want to be a part of this joke anymore.
"Yes, she's dead,"
"No!" The small girl cried. "Mommy wouldn't leave us!" She was now pounding her sister with tiny balled-up fists.
"She did not choose to. It was not her choice. Her life was taken from her."
"No! You're lying! Stop it, Sihate!" The child's hammering was beginning to hurt Sihate.
"I would not lie to you. I am telling the truth. It's okay to be mad, Hala." Sihate looked straight into her sister's eyes and asked, "You hear me?"
The girl finished her abuse with one last strong blow to Sihate's chest. She then ran down the hall into her temporary room, slamming the door. From the closed door Sihate heard a muffled voice yell, "She's not dead!"
Sihate had not gotten through to her. She would try again another time.