[ There's still... spots in her memories. Holes. It's not so easy to piece together the scraps of something when you've done your best to completely split the seams. But she remembers enough to let out a hard breath and nod. ]

She was, um... she was younger than me. A lot younger. She was still in grade school... so that made me the older sister by about ten years. I used to walk her to school or take her out places on the weekends and...

[ She trails off slowly and then huffs in frustration. Just tearing into the dirt isn't giving her any satisfaction anymore so she might as well actually get planting some seeds. ]

I still... I don't even know what happened. Or... how it happened, I should say.