A Letter To My Sisters Novels & Stories

She went to work the next day, and the next time I could see her, it was in an unbearable state after missing for two days. That Sunday had been the last day I witnessed my sister smile brightly before she became depressed and sucked off her happiness. Tears blurred my eyes by the renembrace of my dear sister. My heartbeat hammered against my heart as I slowly slide the box cover out of the main thing. As expected, it was the typical luxurious lady packaging of three different dresses, same amount of shoes, fragrances, and jewelries neatly arranged with the name of the brands pinned on each of them. I caught a glimpse of an envelope tinily designed with a red ribbon. I had a second thought n

Dear Maisie. I would say don't shoot the messenger but technically I am the messenger. I hounded your sister for your new address just so I could write to you and hope that one day you will forgive me. I screwed up so bad and I haven't got any words to write down that would ever make this okay. That would make what I did okay because I know it isn't and I know it hurt you deeply. We started off writing letters 20 years ago and you became a very important person in my life.

"I miss them both." I looked at her. She wasn't asking for anything. Just laying it down the way someone does when they've been carrying it alone for too long. "I'm sorry," I said. And meant it completely. She smiled at me. Small and real. "You don't have to be." I looked out at the silver grass. "I received a letter today," I said. "From my sister." Aylin turned slightly. "You have a sister?" "A twin. Seraphine."

It was a letter from my sister. My sister's perfect cursive handwriting.The words were, Dear Mom,Dad and Rain, I know you must be cursing me for taking such a drastic step and to leave you in a situation where you are not able to decide what to do but I was forced in this marriage mess too.It was not my decision though you thought it was the best for me. No ,I found my happiness long back and today my love won over my duties as your daughter.Forgive me if you love me an ounce.I know it's very hard perhaps impossible for you to still I hope to receive your forgiveness.

I shook my head once more. She took the letter from the envelope and unfolded it. "Hey, baby sister! You were so tiny the day Aunt brought you home for the first time. We were so glad that day, becoming brothers to a little angel. I didn't witness disappointment or hear mom complaining after that she wanted a daughter. I have so many memories to share. But this letter would end up being a book series then." Her voice was soft. She paused for a second. "I know you must feel hurt or furious for hiding my death.”

what is it like? An anachronistic and patriarchal institution? I know I left out some adjectives and I have sure you will remember me. Haha. Hugs to my older sisters. See you soon. Then, surprise, there was an email from Jenna. She addressed it to all the sisters and the title was: For God's sake!!! I'm here, I'm here, for Christ's sake, girls, you're the biggest bitches in the world. world! Just because God invented email and cell phones doesn't mean

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear my sister talking to me. “Hey, Ginger, are you with us?” “Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. What were you saying?” “I asked if you wanted to read the letter out loud or did you wanted one of us to read it for you?” “I will read it.” So she handed me the letter, and it wasn’t that long, but it was a good length.

I confusingly look at the paper and saw that it's a letter. Tears started brimming in my eyes , when I read the letter. Not believing what I am reading, I read it again and again, but I see the same words, in which my own elder sister, Disha ran away just before 4 days of her engagement, giving the absurd excuse that she 'can't marry the person whom her younger sister loves'. I removed my gaze from the letter and slowly looked at my mom, who is constantly glaring at me. "Mo-mom I-I ......"

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

As I sit on my bed thinking about what my mom had told me earlier, the letter caught my attention and I didn’t have any other choice than to open it and I realized it was really Justine since she’s the only one who calls me jingle bell. Dear Jingle bell, You are beautiful! So beautiful that I always envied you. People say we look alike in all ways, but I guess they never saw your soul. I experienced your good side and I knew how lucky I was to have a sister like you. You remember how Dennis the Menace was our favorite movie because we always ended up terrorizing our neighbors with similar stunts. More like I always terrorize them while you caution and try to stop me.