close your eyes try not to speak forget the hours of your struggling try to fix the trouble and pieces of your broken mind think back to when you were a child and your heart was free and you were alive her pen rested on her chin as her mind went back to those short , carefree days of long ago : before her father left her family , and her mothers job was simply to love and care for her , before she married that moron horst , and her little half-sister sibylle came along .