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My sister was gone, taken away by a big truck on her way to school that day. She lay there quietly, with no pain on her face, and I was blocked by the noisy flow of people. I didn't dare, I didn't dare to rush to see her. Only grandma stumbled over and collapsed beside her, crying heartbrokenly. Then, grandma cried until she fainted. Do you regret it, feel sad, feel sad, I don't know. The morning after she left, I seemed to have shed a few tears. If... I had been with her that day, maybe this wouldn't be the case. If... I insisted on telling her to finish breakfast, maybe this would not happen. If... I hadn't had a fight with her that night maybe this wouldn't have happened. But, there is no if.