Happy New Year pretty soon!

I'm so sad to say this, but this is the last chapter of Forgotten Memories! I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 21-Epilogue

The assistant of the workhouse marched straight up to a young girl in the children's ward of the workhouse, determination displayed on his pudgy face. Grabbing the girls shoulder he spun her around brusquely. "Stephanie?" He demanded.

The girl was forced to be turned around, her long frizzy brown hair just about whacking the fat man she was answering to in the face. "Yes?" She said breathlessly. Her face made it apparent that she had been crying; her eyes red and puffy, and her cheeks moist. Still, she tried to seem spirited for the man who could so easy beat her without reason.

"One of the boys that you look after in the ward died this morning, correct?" He asked.

Stephanie's eyes looked down, filling with tears again.

"Well?" The man asked, easily bothered.

Stephanie's eyes darted up to meet the mans as she whispered, "Yes. Yes sir," Her eyes slowly fell down again and she struggled to blink back the tears that were developing in them.

The man denied giving any sympathy for the girl and continued with his mission. "What was his name?"

The girls looked up, any tears in her hazel eyes disappearing and turning to confusion. "What?" She mumbled.

The man took in a deep breath, struggling to hold his patience with the girl. "The name!" He demanded, "Of the two boys you cared for, what was the name of the young boy who died?"

"Oh. Yes sir." Stephanie looked down, biting her lip. Her eyes showed uncertainty "I don't know," She admitted.

The fat man took in an even deeper breath, holding back his anger. "What do you mean you don't know the name?" He said through clenched teeth.

Stephanie cautiously took a step back. "Usually I don't," She said in her defense. "Usually the children that I care for are too young to speak much. That particular boy never told me. And neither did the other one."

The man struggled to suck back his anger. "So you are to tell me that of the two young boys you cared for you can't tell me which one is the one who died,"

Stephanie tried not to be afraid of the short man who seemed to be growing larger with anger right in front of her eyes. "Not by name," She said

"What about any other characteristics?" The man yelled at her.

"Other differences between them?" Stephanie said. She looked to the ground again, trying to stay calm by not looking at the fat man who was slowly turning an angry red. "Well, they were both around one and a half, perhaps two. Both had curly brown hair, brown eyes," Stephanie paused for a second, remembering something that made her smile. "Oh, one of the boys would never let me carry him, all he did was clutch onto my hand and suck his thumb. He never showed much affection for anyone," Her smile faded as she recollected something else and started to think out loud, "But you know what? Even lately both of them have been letting me pick them up. Huh. Well that doesn't really help you, now does it?"

Stephanie hadn't seen the patience burn out in the fat assistant, all she saw was a hand, and only moments before it struck her sharply across her cheek.

"Great useless thing," The fat man hissed before marching out of the room.

The fat man hustled down the hall to tell the news he had received to the headmaster of the workhouse who had yet to even hear the reports about the young boy's death.

He burst through the door, almost scaring his boss who was sitting at his desk in the main office of the workhouse.

"Sir?" The fat man asked as the men looked at each other. "Scarlet fever got another one of our boys this morning." The headmaster nodded as if it was nothing at all.

"Inform the family, if he has any," He said. Then waved for the chubby assistant to leave. Instead, he sat down in the chair before the headmasters desk.

"That's just it sir. I don't know who the boy's family is, or if the boy even has family. There were two boys in our ward, both with brown hair, brown eyes, and around a year and a half years old." The headmaster rolled his eyes as if it was a waste of his time.

"Are you telling me that there is no one who knows which one of the boys died and which one is still alive?" He sighed. The man nodded his round head. "Ask another child in the ward! There had to be someone watching over the little nuisance" The headmaster commanded the obvious, becoming agitated.

"I did sir. I asked the young girl who cared for him. The girl says she knows not the name of any of the kids she cares for. Says most are too young to tell her." The assistant argued.

The headmaster sighed incredibly loud and rubbed his temples as if the dilemma was giving him a migraine. "Then guess! For heaven sakes! Guess which boy it is!"

The fat man frowned. "Guess?" He whispered, becoming shyer around his boss and not the usual man who will beat a person with no reason to do so.

"Yes! It's as simple as that you dimwit! Now out of my office!" The skinny headmaster commanded as he got up and escorted his assistant out, slamming the door behind him.

The pudgy man nodded. It's come down to it. This is what he'll have to do, guess which boy is dead and which is alive. He unfolded a small sheet of paper that he had in his pocket with both of the boys simple information on it. Not looking at the names, he went straight to the information, deciding to base his decision off of that.

One boy had a young mother in the women's ward, the other was an orphan. One had been submitted to the workhouse only months ago, the other had been there since he was born.

The vile man didn't mind if he had to inform someone a loved one was dead (in fact, he rather liked the different looks and reactions their surprised faces held when told the news), so he really didn't care which boy he pronounced to be so. He didn't care if he was wrong either. He couldn't care less (if he were to pick the one with the living mother) if this boys mum went her whole life thinking her son was dead when really it wasn't her boy who had died and he was out there living somewhere. So honestly, if he had to speak to this women about it, so be it.

Then again, he could pick right, where as there would be no harm done.

Everything seemed to work in his favor in the vile man's eyes.

He looked over the information again. Then, in an unprofessional way he closed his eyes, let his finger wiggle above the paper, and land on the information of the boy he would pronounce dead. He then took a look at the names of the boys he was to choose off of to see which information he had picked matched which name.

The names of the two boys were written at the top of their lists.

Benjamin Lovett and Tobias Ragg

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