Dear Brother

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.

 

Much Love,

 

 

Your Sister

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