"You silly girl." Cleora giggled and pulled Coco away from her stomach. "Why are you crying about that?"
Coco merely cried harder, her tears working like a strong water fountain at how fast they descended down her rosy cheeks from her red, fluffy eyes that she fluttered shut.
"Why wouldn't I?" Coco said in between cries, her breathing coming in short bursts. "Y-You're here, while they were left alone."
Cleora laughed louder, her heart swelling with love. Who knew that Coco would cry at something like this? Cleora suddenly felt like Coco was like her five years old self.
"Oh, my dear loving daughter." Cleora giggled and pressed her lips on Coco's forehead. "The two of them came with me."
Coco shook her head, her cries getting louder. "That's worse than leaving them alone! T-They died, too? All because I died? H-How can I do this to my f-family?"
"You.. You can say that." Cleora hummed, unsure on how to break the news to her crying daughter.
