I know everyone was hurting but Sammy was just a child. Imagine being the only one to survive the incident then your uncle comes rushing and blame you as if the "why didn't I die with them?" "It's all my fault" "I should have been the one to die" thoughts aren't enough. Look at those medicines—no, look at her eyes and you'll know the answer without even asking.
Like look at her eyes especially the time when she cut her hair. It's empty and broken like a vase that can never be fix. My poor baby. If I can only go there and hug and tell her that it's not her fault. I think no one has really talk to her about it.
I know everyone was hurting but Sammy was just a child. Imagine being the only one to survive the incident then your uncle comes rushing and blame you as if the "why didn't I die with them?" "It's all my fault" "I should have been the one to die" thoughts aren't enough. Look at those medicines—no, look at her eyes and you'll know the answer without even asking.