A Letter To My Sisters Novelas e Histórias

I often came here to organise my thoughts, for some reason being around deceased ones eased my mind. My fingers brushed the letters of her name engraved on the stone, Lucia Vitalio; my mother's name, "Mom, today I got to know I have an elder sister. I don't know if she is still alive or not but I promise I'll find her," My throat choking with each word rolling out of my tongue. "I'll go find her if she is out there waiting for me. Her younger sister to come," It was so long since I visited her.

I would get my sister and Mate back. "He left this," My mom said and handed me a letter, and she handed me the letter. I started to read it out loud for everyone to hear. "Hello, Son, I am sure you are pissed off right now, but this is what happens when you betray your father. If you want your mate and sister back, then you will give me the one woman I have always wanted. I will text you soon to let you know where I want you to meet me, and you better come alone. If I see anyone with you, I will kill both your mate and sister on sight. I don't care that Courtney is my daughter. I never wanted her anyway. Be waiting for my text," I finished reading, and then I put the letter on the table.

I asked, fear twisting my guts as the words spilled out of my lips. "You have a real chance of surviving this, but I'm the one getting sent away because I'm more valuable as a sacrifice than anything else." I answered my own question, tears filling my eyes once more. "I am so sorry, Joyce." My sister whispered, and while I believed her, it didn't change anything. A letter came from the Winter Snow Pack asking for my sisters hand, and instead, I was the one being sent. Because everyone knew that the letter was basically an invitation of death.

I continue, my gaze skipping over faces I know. “But sometimes happily ever after is a house you build to your own measurements.” I lift my glass. “To my parents, who let me make messes and then stood by me. To my brother, the human breakwater. To my ridiculously talented sisters… may your filters be merciful.” “To Haylee, my general.” I raise my glass. “Sisters before Misters Always.” “To my team… Alex, Rosa, Tom, Leo, Imani, Carmen, Jules. And to all of you who came to witness a woman choosing herself.”

It is the place where you belong, next to me. This letter bears all my love, and I will pray every day that when it reaches your hands you will be safe and sound and heed my plea. Please answer. Please come home. Your devoted sister Karen ♦ ♦ ♦ Frustrated anger and stubbornness washed over Viktor. He understood that her sister was doing it with the best of intentions, that her anxiety was born of the love she felt for her clueless brother, but didn't she realize what he was doing for her, for everything? the world but especially for her? Didn't she see that there was no way he could drop out of school now, at such a crucial time?

I turn it over, feeling the weight of the message within, before carefully opening it. As I head back the way I came, Vanda stops me with a question. “Serena is…?” I glance over my shoulder. “My sister.” He nods, letting me go. Alex moves into the study as I walk into the hallway, but Serena’s letter demands my attention more than anything they might be discussing. Unfolding the rushed, handwritten note, I read: Elena,

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

I think of my mother telling me, growing up, that sincerity opens doors and breaks down barriers. “It’s from my sister Teresa. I left my cell phone at my parents’ house, and she’s always been... weird,” I explain and walk over. “Weird?” he questions without understanding and without stopping looking at me with a frown. “Who writes letters in the twenty-first century? In the middle of the digital age? Only Teresa is capable of taking twenty minutes out of her time to write a letter to someone.” “She’s your sister. You should value the time she spends writing for you.”

“Dear brother, It’s me, your stubborn sister who keeps on following you. I am writing a letter to you since you are my last family. And I am happy to have at least you by my side. Remember the first day when we saw each other? I was so captivated by your handsomeness. I thought I saw a prince. Your smiles, your shy approach and your kind attitude, they reached my heart. And maybe, that is the first time I fell in love with you. I kept this a secret for a long time, but it overflowed in a way I couldn’t control it anymore.

Afraid of being seen. I know that's not an excuse. I know I should have been better. I know I should have tried harder. But I didn't know how. I still don't know how. If you're reading this, please know that I love you. I've always loved you. I'll always love you. Your sister, Mary I read the letter twice. Three times. My mother had written to Margaret, the same way Margaret had written to her, the same desperate hope that someday the distance between them would close.