Letter 4

Dear Sister,
You are barely a year older than me, yet you treat me like I am 10 years younger than you. You say you are mature yet you rely on mom and dad to do everything for you. You tell me to grow up but you need to look at yourself first before you tell someone else to do what you need to do too. You are a tattle tale about everything. Yet you expect me to keep all of your dirty little secrets. You use to have the brightest red hair that everyone dreamt of having but you destroyed that by dying it over and over again. I will probably never see that wonderful red hair ever again. When we were kids you were the one who got everything you wanted. If I did it you got to do it too. If I wanted to hang out with my friends without you but we were doing something you wanted to do, you got to come and do it. You were a thorn in my side. Every time you wanted a friend to spend the night or spend the night at their house, you got it. Anytime we were fighting, I was the one who would get into trouble. It still ends up being that way today. It doesn't help that you are daddy's little girl. We call each other horrible names. I 'annoy' the crap out of you. You get so easily 'annoyed' sometimes I think it is just all a play you put on. But after all I have wrote bad about you, we have our good days. They may not last long but there are moments when I can look into your eyes and see a human. I would just like to remind you that I am there for you and all your problems. I've always been there. Hopefully some day you can have a good head on your shoulders. Til then, I love you Elizabeth and don't ever forget that.