human
Our child prays for her mother in heaven. Grieve not for her, dear love. And am I not left to you still?
gpt
Oh! it was my fault--it was my fault! I left her alone, helpless and unprotected, while I was enjoying myself down-stairs. There was no one to watch her--no one to save her. All were gone, and she was left to perish! Oh, my child! my child!