I reach out to her

In a gloomy corner

She lies, hugging herself tightly

As she paces forth and back.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of me

Though overpowered by the guilt

Consuming her withins

But never demanding for help.

Stead, she tries forming words of reassurance to me.

I press my palm on her shoulder

trying to reorganize her haggard emotions.

I brush her soft features

Hoping it to reach her insides

That can be described as entirely scrambled

In my humble take.

I blame her not

For her demerits

That were inflicted into her

By her society.

I will stand beside her with every cats and dogs

And carve her demerits into merits

She is me

A current sister,

A daughter,

And a future mother

That she can singlehandedly

Bring about a new wave of generation

With her royale upbringing.