I’ve always been a hundred steps behind you despite that I am two years older. I was supposed to protect you and be the big sister, but I’ve always found myself floundering to make sure that I don’t disappoint you. I want to write better, read faster, spell correctly, get all the answers right, and forever be someone you can be proud of.
I think that I was wrapped up in the idea that our father may have actually cared for me that I neglected to see, or acknowledge, how he treated you. I am truly sorry. But now you can look to him with pride, tilt your chin up a little and smile, for you truly are so much like our mother. Beautiful, intelligent, defiant.
I’ve always felt that you were “the smarter one”, the better artist and writer, and you’ve always known what you felt at any certain moment. So many people say, “when I was young, I always wanted to be like my older sister.”
Well I am old and I’ve always wanted to be more like my little sister.
Now you are in Germany for a year and this is the longest we’ve ever been a part.
(That’s quite a leap from two weeks)
I love you, I miss you, and hope all is well,
Happy Birthday
