He knew Mrs Field had promised to take care of him, but it wasn’t the same as having a real mother.
He wanted someone to hold him and tell him everything was going to be all right, that it was all a bad dream.
He felt like curling up in a ball and shutting his eyes in defiance of the way the world had changed.
He wanted to scream his anger at the top of his lungs.
He knew it wasn’t his parent’s fault, but he felt like they had abandoned him.
It wasn’t fair.
Why did they have to die now?
He wasn’t ready.
Theodore wanted to cry in rage and frustration.
Rose watched Theodore’s expression covertly as she ate.
It was obvious that his parent’s death had affected him deeply.
His anger and sorrow were written clearly on his face.