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Day 4. Letter to your sibling

Dear Aaliyah

I remember when I found the scan of you by accident. I asked mom if we were having a baby and she said it was a scan of daddy's tummy. I didn't tell her she was lying because it had her name on it. You don't tell old people they're lying. But I remember going to bed that night and praying you were a girl so you could get some of my old clothes.

I waited for you for so long. And then you arrived a small ugly thing with a full head of curly hair that wasn't any fun to play with and by the time you could play I was too old and busy. You fell asleep waiting for me to finish my homework and read you a story. That's probably why you don't read much now.

But yesterday you said "look the clouds are pregnant"and I beamed with pride because you remembered the metaphors we went through. and mom said "where'd you learn that?" and you said my sister.
And never for a second when I'm yelling or moving out or somewhere in between my books think I'm not your sister. Because my world is wrapped in you. And I've never loved anyone more than you. And at 20 years old I don't think its possible to love anything more.

Sometimes I want to tell you things, and teach you things, but I figure you're a smart enough girl. you should be allowed your own stumbles and falls. My darling sister despite this you should know I'll always catch you, I'll always break your falls.

Sincerely,
Your sister

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