PREVIOUSLY: Damn, why does Anne have to be so SASSY?!

That night, as we went home, we arrived at the sight of Nazrin (our pretty-much second mother) a sobbing mess on the sofa. As I had become the closest to her, I instantly rushed to her to help comfort and ease her crying. She was just kept repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "What's wrong, Naz?" I asked. "I need to go. My sister, she's sick. She wants me to go to Australia to look after her children- she doesn't think she'll make it!" she replied,breaking into heavier sobs.

"When are you going?" whispered Anne. "Early tomorrow morning. That's why I stayed up and not go to sleep. I didn't want it to seem like I just left you. I'm sorry."