My sister is quite a fool.
She really is foolish.
Foolish enough not to see her own heart's desires, always believing that things will turn out as she imagines—full of hope, full of fighting spirit.
But do things really turn out as she imagines?
Do they ever unfold as one expects?
Never.
She thought she would never like any boy, thought she could be strong enough to live on her own without intersecting with anyone, without any conflicts.
But often, things don't go as one wishes.
That's why she met that boy named Sam, that's why such unexpected events occurred.
If it weren't for me... it would probably be terrible, right?
But there's no reason not to admire my sister's courage and strength, after all, it's because of her that I have a chance to live.
Perhaps it's also because of me that she found a reason not to jump off the high building with our mother.
