A Letter To My Sisters Novels & Stories

Picking up my suitcase, I found a letter at the top, recognizable as my sister's handwriting. The writing was hurried, with words that spoke of urgency: *"Venessa,* *I hope this letter reaches you. I'm sorry for everything and for leaving without saying goodbye. I had to. The truth is, I couldn't go through with the marriage. I never loved him; I love someone else, someone I can't bring here. Please understand; I had to choose my own path.* *I know this marriage wasn't your choice either. Stay strong, sis. Find your way. Don't let anyone force you into something you don't want. I'll find a way to let you know I'm safe. I'll find my own path, and you should too.*

An email won’t do the job. The first two are addressed to my parents. Each word I write is a catharsis, a way to release all the pent-up emotions that have built up over the years. The third letter is addressed to my sister, a note of hate, and everything i could never say to her. But it’s the fourth letter that takes the longest to write. It's to the guy I love, the one and only Logan Grey, who doesn’t even know my name. /Dear Logan,

The next letter in the box was addressed to Nazmeera. She made sure to wipe her tears and compose herself, before bringing out the envelope from it's confines. "To my sister, I call her my mother," the letter began. Zynah's eyes filled with tears once more. "6th April. " Dear Nazmee, Like you always used to say, death can come in anytime. It doesn't matter if you're a toddler, a teenager, or an old person. You used to tell me this, whenever I felt sad about not having a mother, like the other kids. Just like you, right now, I want to also give back your words to you. You'd be saddened to hear the news of my death. That's fine, but I don't want you to cry for a long time, or to even blame you

Sister, do you remember these past few days when I kept telling you that the scariest thing in this world is not death, but forgetting? Actually, these past few days, I mustered up all my courage to chat with you and strike up a conversation. Today, this letter is in your hands, which means I have already made a decision. I actually didn't want to bother my sister, but I had one wish. Every year at this time, I hoped that my parents and my brothers could come over and bring me a small daisy. If possible, you... Nothing, sister. I still have a lot to say to you, but it seems like I don't have the right to say so much.

Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone where your weak spot is. Of course, Summer, I’m so grateful to you as well. I may not be close to my own sister, but because of you, I have got to feel what it’s like to have a close sister. Thank you for helping me learn how to read and write. It's because of you that I can even write this letter now. This is my way of talking to all of you. And thank you for buying me clothes with Aunt Baby. Thank you all for letting me experience what it’s like to have a happy and kind family, even if only for a short time. I will never forget any of you. I love you all so much.

Parting ways, is for a better reunion. On the second page, in a familiar font, the child wrote her a letter in childish language. Sister, I came back home. All your good wishes for me have come true here. I have a warm big bed, can eat full meals, and wear warm clothes. But I am not happy at all, I really want to share them with you. Page three. "I saw my father and the witch who had abandoned me in the crowd. They 'kindly' held my hand and shed tears while confessing their remorse, appearing so sincere. But I didn't believe them at all. My sister had taught me: the human heart is unfathomable."

You are my true Alpha son. Always. Selene By the time I finished, my eyes burned. I swallowed hard, forcing my throat clear, only to see something scrawled at an angle across the bottom in green ink that had bled through the paper. Merry Christmas, Cael. Love, Lyra Letters backwards in spots, the kind only a child just learning to write would leave. My sweet little sister. I sat down hard on the bench by the hearth, the decree in one fist, my mother and sister’s letter in the other. My chest felt like it was cracked open.

Seeing I had finished my letter, I was feeling proud of knowing the sisters would have a chance to reconcile with their lover, unlike myself, the pink letter I hid, after writing my letter I had come to terms, I wasn’t interested in learning from him just yet, burning my seal on the letter, what I had requested arrived from the maids.

She looked at the deserted villa and couldn't help but to feel lonely. She headed for the couch and sat down. She then took out the letter that her elder sister had sent over and read it. In the letter, her elder sister had requested for her return and meet her if she still considered her as her elder sister. Or else, she told her not to communicate with her ever again. She stared at the letter in her hand. She knew it was written by her sister as she recognized her handwriting. After everything that had happened between them, she did not expect her elder sister to establish contact with her and send her a letter.

Lilith begged. “What are you even saying, Lilith? She’s my sister of course she’d love to try the things I have. Whether they’re clothes or food, I don’t mind. And I want you to stop accusing her with every chance you get. She was probably there for hers as well. My stepmom is pretty clingy with Lily,” I handed her the piece of paper and nodded before heading into my room. I quickly opened the letter while questioning while he didn’t send the letter via his crows.