Probably one of the saddest moments in my life. On the way back home from school, one of my sisters got a phone call that my other sister intentionally swallowed a handful of pills. I was not told if she was alive or not. Bus stopped and I reached my door. Opened the door, and everybody was acting like nothing happened, my sister looked sad, but that was all. I didn’t want to ask what or why she did it, because I didn’t want her to suffer any more as it would be torture to bring back up the topic. I felt helpless. My sisters would be the last people I’d think would try something like this. Now I suffer from memories of this moment, along with a million unrelated others.