The red bracelet. Loss

 Bones made of glass

Three years have passed.
Buddhist monastery.
A conversation between two monks.
"That woman has come again. She left a lot of money for a donation. But today she's pale, almost crying.
"What happened there?"
- My husband crashed the car, she was laid off at work, and my daughter, three-year-old baby Lilia, was hospitalized, and all this happened in one day.
"What happened to the baby?"
I was playing in kindergarten with other children, I tripped, my arm and leg were broken. The hospital said her bones were as fragile as glass.
"Has anything like this ever happened to her before?" This is a serious diagnosis!
As far as I know, no. This woman often came here and always thanked the Buddha for his well-being. It was the first time in the past three years that she had come to share her grief with the Buddha.
Come on, it's evening, we still need to sweep the yard and remove the burnt sticks.
The sound of bells. The smell of incense sticks.
Buddha:
I had to wake up. I promised the Moon Hare — it must be fulfilled. I was hoping to wake up in 60 years, but I've been woken up now. It's only been three years, and I haven't had enough sleep. The beautiful name of the baby was called Lily. She must have taken off the bracelet, otherwise trouble would not have come to this house.
I'm going to see what happened in this house! Uh, who taped my eyelids shut? Of course, I can watch with my eyes closed, but it's still an outrage! Okay, it's clear. The child took off the bracelet in his sleep, but the mother did not notice in the morning. That's how the bracelet lies in bed. Of course, the mother is not up to it now, she sits hour after hour by the child's bedside in the hospital. Thus, it will take her a while to notice the loss. Something needs to be done. How recklessly I made a promise to the Moon Hare, I would sleep peacefully now, I would only wake up on big holidays when believers bring treats. Well, there's nothing you can do, I gave you my word — do it.
The Moon Hare will have to wait until tomorrow, tomorrow the Lily girl's mother will definitely come here. Just let him come, and then it's up to me. I'll give her a sign, and she'll understand everything, she'll remember that she didn't see a red rope bracelet on the child's arm this morning.
I'm hungry. So, let me see what fruits they brought me as a gift. No, I don't want apples, I don't want grapes either, here are the peaches, that's what you need! It's a pity that peaches don't make you fat! The Buddha must be fat.