I loved the Short Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Anderson, ' The Little Match Girl'
I'm 54yrs old now, but I cannot read this Fairy Tale to my 7yr old Granddaughter, as it chokes me up every time I get to the end. My Grandmother used to weep when she read the Fairy Tale to myself and my cousins, and this alone evokes such memories of sadness with the Little Match Girl as she was sent out in the cold streets to sell matches for her impoverished parents. The story unfolds as she desperately tries to keep warm in a doorway, and uses her last match to warm her tiny hands. She dies oo the cold in the doorway, but her lasting thought was being held by her Grandmother, who has passed away. The overwhelming sadness of her dying cold and hungry still makes me sad, 48 years later. I still have the Hans Christian Anderson book, but when my Granddaughter sleeps over, I cannot read this particular story. Funny how things stay with you for years.