Yet despite my sister's insults, my parents still worried about whether she would be fed and whether she would sleep well in juvenile detention.

As soon as my father was released from jail, he rushed around, trying to overturn her case.

He even lowered himself to plead with the parents of the girl my sister had harmed.

But it was all too late.

My soul drifted around, watching everything with a cold detachment, finding it both ironic and laughable.

My sister had merely been confined to juvenile detention, and they were in a state of near panic.

At least there's food and drink inside, and a place to shelter her...