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Elfie was a bright kid, but he did not understand a lot from, what Finley told him. The speech was too long and he managed to grasp some snippets of it, that struck him particularly. At the end he was even more baffeled than he had been earlier.

"But I am not sad," he told her quietly with a very serious expression on his face. "Is that bad?" Try hard as he could, there was not an ounce of grief in his heart. He had liked and loved his mom in his own way, he had been angry at her for being sick and dying and, once all had been done and said, he had bounced back into life, quite simply, because the living people were more interesting and easily to understand than those, who were not with him anymore.