My parents died.
My name was Sabine, I was the miller’s daughter. I had two parents who loved me very much, and they died. My sister fell in love with a man who didn’t love her, I was angry and sad, I ran out in the night and I drowned in the mill pond.
I’m sorry. You’ve had so much sorrow in your life recently and I’m just adding more. But your sister is just as sad as you are. We may be children, but we feel grown up inside, and that matters. Being sad and depressed is fine, but don’t think that we don’t feel the same just because we are children.
I like your new haircut.