My sister, the one I looked up to the most, was in the dining room crying, emotional, powerless. I sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. This was the first time I’ve ever seen her like this. She was hardly ever emotional and she always seemed so confident and faultless. I see my brother coming to comfort her but I just sit there, eyes wide. I should have done something to help her but I couldn't move. It was like seeing a vase fall and shatter. A vase, so beautiful, so carefully crafted and highly valued, suddenly broken and in pieces. You can try all you want, but it will be impossible to put it back together again. Because the damage was already done and it always will be.