The Outside

It doesn't work like that.

A week came and went but Sis, for some reason, couldn't come home and, from what Mom told me, wouldn't. I didn't understand because, as far as I knew, things would be all right again, to which Nui said, "It doesn't exactly wowk wike that." I was still confused and asked why, to which Iori said, "Well, yes, things will be alright but not exactly the way that you think."

"Why not? Sis'll get better, won't she?"

"Well, perhaps, but, the last time we had seen her, she was really sick and, stress factors aside, her health has really suffered."

"Okay...?"

"I don't know how else to explain that to you, really, but there's a chance that she might not be coming home, at all."

"Why not?"

"Well, she's sick and, sometimes, when people are sick, they don't come home."

"Why not? She'll get better, won't she?"

"Yes, she will but 'getting better' doesn't really work like that."

"How come?"

"Remember when you were in the hospital because you got sick?"

"Yes, kinda."

"Well, it's like that. You were sick but you couldn't leave the hospital, just yet, until they were for certain that you were going be okay. "

"And...?"

"Well, as you already know, your sister's health is much worse than yours, thus, she might not come home until she's ready or she might not come home at all because she might need special care."

"Special care?"

"Yes, so, even if she does get better, her coming home, well, does not work like that."

He looked for more words before Nui said, "It's not that simpwe." I was still confused and Nui went on to explain how that Mom has her, Iori, and me to take care of and that Sis might need more care, care that Mom can't give her. "It's kind of wike living at the Home. Some of the kids are in there beccause their pawents can't take care of them. Sis may get bettew but she pwobabwy won't be able to come home." she said.

I didn't take that well and I was in tears by the end of it.