She doesn't leave her bed for several days. Her mother brings her food, though she leaves it untouched. She does not want to leave her room, the only place where things make sense. If she gets up, she will have to face the world. The world that is missing an important aspect for her: you. The ones who finally get her moving are your brother and sister. The other hearts you shattered when you left. Your sister sits on the foot of the bed. Your brother touches your friend's shoulder and says, "I miss her". He squeezes her hand and says, "I already lost one sister. Please don't make me lose another." Those simple words, a gem from the mouth of a babe, makes her finally sit up and place her bare feet on the bedroom floor.