"My God! "How did it happen?" I exclaimed, astonished and trembling, putting my weight on my feet, staring at the soup clinging and streaming over the breast of Aria, scalding hot. My stomach felt like it had been punched, the air knocked out of me as I looked at the whole ghastly scenario.
"Help me clean it, with the towel," Aria shouted, painfully hoarse and urgent; her pain-ridden attempts to sit up had to alleviate some of the burning sensation. But I knew I was doing something, or at least I thought I was. Panic seized my mind, and all my thoughts came crashing together.
I rolled onto the floor, as if under a spell, not hearing what Aria had said. "Oh, I have killed my precious daughter!" I wailed, my voice echoing against the walls, rolling my body back and forth, uttering incohere
