I'm responsible for the things happens to my youngest sister.

I can't forgive myself for being so stupid.
I can't forgive myself for being THAT stupid.
Why i was so stupid back then??
O God, please forgive me.

I need to bring her back.
I'm responsible for this mess.
I must bring her back.
I will bring her back.
I promise i'll bring her back.
I promise!!

Dear sister,
I shouldn't have done that back then.
I'm so sorry.
I love you so much.
I can't stand watching you suffer alone.
You endure the loneliness for a lengthy period of time.
 and now...you are almost clinically introverted.

Please forgive me for being such an ignorance sister.
I'll talk to you.
I'll share everything with you.
I'll make you laugh again.
I'll take the loneliness away from you
cause I love you sooo much.

I know the feeling of being lonely.
It's painful.
You want to talk yet you have no one to be talked to.
You want to let everything out yet no one listen to you.
You're always misunderstood
and...our family would never understand you...
as i did.
Because i do feel the same as u did in my adolescent phase.

I can't afford watching you deteriorating inside.

Back then...
You're a smart, bright, cheerful, playful, funny.
but something ripped them away from you.
You turned to a shy, rebellious, hot-tempered,  
moody and lonely.
I miss the old you.
Don't get me wrong.
My love for you deepened day by day.
It's just that I don't know how to express my love.
Back then I don't understand why is it matters to be sympathetic and emphatic.
I don't get it why is it crucial to express our affection.

Clearly my dear sister.
You need affection, love and to be listened.

I'll try my best.
I'll bring you back.

I'll put the blame on myself.
You did that things because i introduced you to them.
I'm the one that taught you how to eliminate the loneliness...
and then there you are, uncontrollable...you misuse them.
I should have told you how to use them.
I shouldn't have taught you how to use them.
Right now, i feels like i'm the mastermind.
I'm the one who taught her to do that...
and then, went hiding.

I understand you, sister.
I nearly do the same thing as you did now.
Thanks God. I controlled them.

God, please.
Please, stop others from uttering a single word about this no more.
Stop others from gossiping about this.
Let my sister move on.
God, I want to help her to move on.
Please let me.
Give me a chance, dear God.
I love my sister so much.