As I look at you I feel ashamed. Because I couldn't protect you from the things I should have been able to. I let people walk all over you. Yet you always remained kind. I'm disappointed in myself for not standing up to the bully that stared you in the face promising to make your life a living hell. I was a coward. I was terrified of the things that would happen to me if I took up for you. How can you ever forgive me?