A Letter To My Sisters Novelas e Histórias

I shrugged, “What should I think of? Kissing your balls?” He grinned, so wide he made my stomach churn.“That'd be nice too.” “You're sick.” “That makes us two,” then his smile faded and his steely look returned. “I'm sorry about today, Roxanne. I know you don't want to talk about it but I promise I didn't write that letter. It was Selina.” “Who is selina?” She asked, arching her brow. I swallowed. “My sister.” “And why would your sister write a letter and use your insignia?”

Amelia’s heart stopped as Alexander’s hand tightened furiously around the envelope. The room fell silent as The woman turned toward the staircase and glanced Toward Amelia’s hiding place. Their eyes met instantly and A knowing smile danced across her lips before she said four words that made Amelia’s blood run cold. “Your sister is here.”

Silence swallowed the room, broken only by the steady ticking of the grandfather clock and the hushed murmurs of the servants beyond the door. Mother approached me slowly. Her hands settled on my shoulders, heavy with expectation. “Nyra, look at me.” I lifted my gaze. My eyes burned with unshed tears. “You have to take your sister’s place.” The words dropped like stones into still water. I stepped back, shaking my head. “No. You cannot be serious.”

I dismissed the dispatch rider and kept the letter to myself as I hailed a cab. Now in the cab, I took out the letter completely and read its contents. Dear sister, How else do I explain to you that everything that has happened so far was never what I planned for you. I am disturbed, distressed and panicked whenever I think about you. Truly, I am with the love of my life, but it does not change much. I still love you and would always love you as a sister irrespective of where life takes us to or how far apart life has placed us.

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,

She handed me a letter which she said was the only thing they found at her house. ****** Hey Everyone, If you guys are reading this letter, it means I am gone. I know you all might hate me for this but everything happened so suddenly that I couldn't inform anyone of you. I have to say a lot of things to you all and I will try to cover the maximum parts in this letter. Riddhi, you were not my friend but my sister. Thank you so much for taking my stand whenever needed. You never let me feel inferior and when you befriended me I knew I could confide in you.

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.