As the years and decades passed the grey clouds of WW2 loomed over the world. Sons were horribly injured and sadness came in ol ing Abbas health..She had advanced Cancer and a very weak heart. The 5th son made things much worse He was the favourite and could do no wrong.One day Anna asked Eugene to please patch the soaking tub as it had a leak..Eugene put off doing this off went fishing didn't tell anyone and filled the tub with water and put the fish in the tub. Ge left the house to be with friends.While Eugene was not home Anna went to the basement and not knowing that the tub had not been repaired plugged in the cloth chord of the washing machine and was electrocuted to death. Everyone said amongst themselves that Eugene killed Anna. No one did anything because Eugene could do no wrong

As the years and decades passed, the grey clouds of World War II loomed over the world, casting a long shadow that even the furthest corners of Mihail Josef’s new life in America could not entirely escape. The echoes of conflict, of ideologies that had driven him from his homeland, stirred a deep disquiet within him, a familiar dread that gnawed at the edges of his hard-won peace. His sons, grown men now, were touched by the global turmoil in their own ways, but it was the personal sorrows that began to weigh most heavily on him. His beloved Anna, the peasant girl who had captured his heart and become the anchor of his new world, was ailing. The vibrant spirit that had once danced in her eyes was dimming, her body ravaged by advanced cancer, her heart growing weak. The sadness deepened with each passing day, a silent ache in the heart of their bustling home.

And then there was Eugene. Their fifth son, the favorite, the one for whom rules seemed to bend and transgressions were often overlooked. He was the apple of Anna’s eye, a perpetual source of both pride and quiet concern for Mihail. One day, Anna, her voice laced with a weariness that had become all too common, asked Eugene to please patch the soaking tub in the basement, which had developed a persistent leak. Eugene, however, had other plans. He put off the chore, the mundane task of repair paling in comparison to the allure of a fishing trip. He didn't tell anyone, simply slipping away, the promise of a day on the water far more appealing than the domestic duty. He filled the tub with water, a peculiar act Mihail would later ponder, and placed his day's catch within its depths. Then, he left the house, off to be with friends, the leaky tub and his mother’s request forgotten.

While Eugene was gone, Anna, perhaps seeking to retrieve something from the basement or simply tending to household matters, descended the stairs. Not knowing that the tub had not been repaired, that the faulty washer and dryer cord was still exposed, she plugged in the cloth cord of the washing machine. The surge of electricity, amplified by the dampness, coursed through her. The scene that followed was a blur of horror, a sudden, violent end to a life that had brought so much light. The community whispered, their hushed tones carrying a shared understanding, a silent accusation that hung heavy in the air. Eugene, they said amongst themselves, had killed Anna. No one did anything, however. Eugene, the golden boy, could do no wrong. The unspeakable tragedy, the accidental death born of neglect and favoritism, settled over the family like a shroud, a devastating blow that Mihail would carry for the rest of his days.