She shook her head. "I did not miss school. I was ten on the first of that September and she died in April. I have heard that there was a poet who called it the cruelest month of all. Cruel for me and for my brothers, but for her...for her it only brought peace."
Daria shrugged. "Father died when I was at school. It was not the same, though. We had not been on the best terms since Mother died."