Mom...
The mushroom-headed little girl didn't know why she was crying.
Was it because Mom and Dad couldn't see the shadow?
She didn't know.
Child's Mom gave Child's Dad a meaningful glance.
She opened her mouth and silently mouthed two words.
Child's Dad paused for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
Before long, Child's Dad came back with a towel that he had soaked in hot water and wrung out.
Child's Mom took the towel.
She gently covered the little girl's face with it.
The warmth felt soothing.
The mushroom-headed little girl couldn't help narrowing her eyes and lifting her face, letting Mom wipe it for her.
"All done."
Child's Mom pulled the towel away.
The mushroom-headed little girl's face was clean and dry.
The mushroom-headed little girl had stopped crying, too.
"Anna."
Child's Mom changed the subject. "Does your bottom still hurt?"
The mushroom-headed little girl paused.
Then she remembered...
Oh.
Right.
She'd fallen during the day.
Because of...
Lulu.
The mushroom-headed little girl shook her head.
"It doesn't hurt."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been sitting here all this time.
She would've cried out when Dad set her down on the chair just now.
"That's good."
Child's Mom sighed with relief.
"Be careful next time."
Child's Mom reminded her.
She was lucky that this time she'd only bruised herself in the fall.
She might not be so lucky next time.
"I didn't fall by myself."
The mushroom-headed little girl blurted out.
Why was it her fault again?
After being accused of lying about the shadow, the mushroom-headed little girl had become especially sensitive.
"You didn't fall by yourself?"
Child's Mom and Child's Dad both froze.
What...
did she mean?
She hadn't fallen by herself—
Ah!
Child's