“Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?”

“I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.”

“I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.”

“Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.”

“And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.”

“I will be my undoing,If I become my obsession.I will forget the ones I love,If I do not serve them.I will war with others,If I refuse to see them.Therefore, I choose to turn awayFrom my reflection,To rely not on myselfBut on my brothers and sisters,To project always outwardUntil I disappear[And only God remains.]”