My Dearest Brother,
I do not know, exactly, why you do not speak to me. I have pondered this often. I do believe most of it has to do with the fact that we never, really got to know each other. Also, the six-year age difference didn’t help. It also didn’t help when I let those hoodlum “friends” of mine steal all of your stuff.
I want you to know how sorry I am that I allowed all of your clothes and things from your room to be stolen that one weekend when mom and dan were out-of-town, and you were in Ruston. I was so wrong. I never apologized to you and I feel absolutely terrible about that.
I do want you to know that I have always adored you. I love you with all of my heart and I hope that one day we can hang out, if for nothing else than for you to tell me things about our mother.
I miss her so much.
My dad lied to me.
I am so sorry, I really am….I was an idiot back then….maybe I still am, but a helluvalot wiser.
Please forgive me.