Butler Santana roughly understood what was happening.
Jasmine Yale was quite happy during the day, no, she had been quite happy for a while now. It's New Year's Eve, how could she be crying.
Butler Santana had no choice but to try to comfort Little Clementine.
Little Clementine was not obedient, she kept crying.
"Alright, be good, Little Clementine, don't cry. Let's comfort mommy, okay? Don't cry." Butler Santana held her.
Little Clementine didn't listen and kept crying.
The transparent windows were stained with the glow of the sunset, and the light streaming into the room covered the floor with warm colors.
The bedroom was quiet.
Little Clementine only stopped crying when she was tired out, her eyes red, and her little nose red too.
Butler Santana teased her, "Little one, crying all the time, aren't you shy."
