Character sketch

A sister or mother (iunno) reflects on what it means to be helpless

She dragged the shade down over the dark eye of the window, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. There was nothing she could do to learn the lessons of life for the girl; she never had any delusions about that fact. So whenever the girl had another new lesson to learn – in the hands of strangers that broke the girl's body and heart ten times over without thought, or feeling – she would retire into that locked up, dusty room called Denial and pick out the musty notes of "Butterfly Lovers" on the ancient Baldwin's yellow keys.