Agnes sat between her parents, who were all dressed in black. She was confused. Why was everyone sad? That baby was a problem, and she took care of it. He was noisy, a nuisance, nothing more. So, what was so wrong with what she had done? After a while, Agnes went home with her parents. She went right back to colouring and drawing, like it was any other day. She was completely unphased at the fact that she had killed her own baby brother. She didn't understand what was so bad about it.