Grace Stewart

At first, I couldn't understand what the pillows were doing in my hands and why you didn't move, but then I knew. It had happened. I killed my children. I got the rifle, I put it to my forehead and I pulled the trigger, nothing. And I heard your laughter in the bedroom. You were playing with the pillows as if nothing had happened, and I thought the Lord and his great mercy was giving me another chance. Tell them, don't give up, be strong. Be a good mother but now, but now what does this all mean? Where are we?