Dear mentors, I would be thankful to you if you check my lines of description of sorrow, regards,

Sorrow
Then thinking that no one would have heard a measly door knocker in such a massive house, I proceeded to knock three times more, harder. But there was no answer. I returned home sadly and withdrew to a remote corner of the room quietly, my mother somehow immediately grasped the sad mood I was in. "Are Marias not in?" she asked softly. With an almost plaintive tone, "No, they aren't," I replied. "Don't be sad, perhaps they have gone on holiday like us," she replied in a mild tone. It was obvious that she wanted to ease my sorrow out. But I couldn’t even listen to what she said. I felt that my heart was squeezed. "What if they have moved to another district or another city, mother?" I said hastily. My mother took me on her lap and wrapped her arms around me, "don't worry and be sad little man, they don't go anywhere," she tried to assure me, "Isn’t it true that they must have sold their house before if they have moved out or gone somewhere? Assuming that they didn't sell their house, you’ll be playing with them again until a few days. Also what happens will happen; we shall see what we shall see son, you cannot deny or escape from your fate my son," she replied.