I blame the parents
It was a warm summer's evening and the McSmith family were relaxing in the garden. Little Jack, who was twelve years old, was out playing with his father's gun. His sister Sasha, who was nine years old, was trying to convince him to give her a go. The gun went off, and poor Sasha was struck by a piece of shrapnel in the stomach. "Now look what you made me do!" shouted Jack. The doctor was called, and Sasha was rushed into intensive care. The doctors worked late into the night trying to save her but sadly Sasha passed away the next morning. Jack was distraught, and his parents were shattered. "It was an accident," Jack said with tears in his eyes, "I was only playing with the gun." "No, Jack," they said, "You killed your sister. I don't think you can live with us any more." Jack left the house without saying a word, and went off to the cemetery to stand near his sister's grave and cry, for he was heartbroken. He was lost ...