Premature
Something inside her grew more numb at these funerals. Every time she had to bury one more tiny body that couldn't adapt to the harsh climate and malnutrition, another part of her heart died. The money Father Wolfwood sent barely covered repairs, let alone food.
Had she angered God? He certainly punished her by reclaiming His children time and time again.
No. She did God's work.
She shook her head, murmuring a brief prayer for the young soul. The small shovel rested against the orphanage until it was needed for the next burial.
She didn't cry. Her tears were always premature.
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Jeez. Sorry, everyone. I was just thinking about premature babies and premature death and this came out. I don't think that all of the kids at the orphanage live long lives, and the speaker here is a nun who helps care for the kids in Wolfwood's absence. I guess. Did this make any sense at all?