I didn't know.
I didn't know that she believed in God as much as I did.
I didn't see.
I didn't see her gain 150 pounds of pure stress.
I didn't hear.
I didn't hear the doctor talk about her grandfather's new-found Cancer.
I didn't feel.
I didn't feel the pain of losing a brother who was half deaf.
The lump in her throat when she cried every night.
She was battling her demons while I was too busy battling my own.
I didn't know.