The Value Of Life

"I don't see her, where is she?" Marie tugged on the staff members pants and asked with teary eyes.

The staff member that had been looking after her was an older gentlemen wearing a suit. He seemed genuinely distressed over her reaction to not seeing her mother. 

He understood that if she hadn't come out of the carriage that it meant she had not been one of the survivors. He knelt down beside her and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"I'm sorry little one but I think you mother has passed on... Come on, let's go back inside. I'll make you some nice warm tea and prepare you some desserts." The butler tried his best to speak in a soft and compassionate manner but no matter what he did he knew there was no stopping the pain that the child would feel.