A Letter To My Sisters Novels & Stories

my sister says by way of greeting. “Wendy, I just got here! Why would I be coming home already?” I say. “I don’t know. Why else are you calling me? Don’t tell me you missed me already.” “Of course I miss you. You’re my sister and I love you. I’ve already mailed you a letter, but I know you haven’t gotten it yet.” “You already wrote me a letter? And now you’re calling me? Bro, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” she asks astutely.

Unfolding the paper, I was thrown into a feeling of nostalgia at the sight of my mother’s handwriting. --- My dearest Sutton, I want to start by saying that you and your sisters have been the light of my life. I love you all with all my heart and I could not have asked for a greater blessing. I know when you’re reading this, that I’ve been gone for some time. I am so sorry that I didn’t get to see you all grow up into the beautiful women I know you will become. I wish I could say that is was my greatest regret, however, I cannot.

Mira unfolded the letter slowly, her fingers trembling slightly against the paper. Her grandmother’s handwriting was elegant She swallowed before reading. “If you are reading this letter, then it means I am gone…” Mira’s chest tightened immediately. “And it also means you found your way back to your sister…” Her eyes moved faster over the words. “I am sorry…” The apology hit harder than she expected. “I tried to stop your mother from taking you away from us, but I failed. That is a regret I carried for many years…”

She was talking about Lorenzo like he was some misunderstood teddy bear. "Bitch, you better be joking." My eyes burned. Not because I was sad—well, maybe a little—but mostly because I was furious. I missed her. Damn it, I missed her like hell. But I also wanted to throttle her for making me go through this cat-and-mouse bullshit. I wasn’t a fucking detective. I was a pissed-off sister left in the dark while everyone else played chess with my life. And how the fuck did this letter even end up on my bed? Every goddamn time. Locked doors, no windows open, no fucking sign of anyone. It was like the damn thing teleported. Magic mail from sisterland.

I let the envelopes, and photos fall in the center of the room. “Who does these belong to?” I asked, and Mina opened her mouth to speak, but I raised a hand, shutting her. The girls took turns looking at it, and finally Sandra recognized the letters. “It’s for my little sister.” She said, looking at me with confusion. “Your what?” “My sister writes these everyday, and sends them to me, thinking I can give one to Derel everyday.” She replied softly. “Oh really?” I scoffed.

Something about it felt off, but I figured it was another well-wisher or maybe a late congratulations card. I opened it in the living room, sunlight streaming through the big windows. The letter inside was on cheap paper, the ink a little smudged like it had been folded and refolded a lot. My stomach twisted before I even read the first line. Dearest Eve, I stared at the words. Dearest. Like we were still sisters who shared secrets and clothes and late-night talks instead of whatever broken thing we had become.

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

Love, Hector. I close the letter in my hands breathing hard. Tears roll down my cheeks. What have I done! How could I be so reckless? I rub my tears as I storm out of the room and run to the open pond side to get some fresh air. Right now everything feels suffocating. I stand their closing my eyes, holding dad’s letter tight in my hands. I don’t want to look at it again. I whisper. I keep saying it to myself until I finally break down in tears. Every word of dad’s letter is still stuck in my head. I don’t even know what I am supposed to do right now. How am I going to say about this to my sisters? And Ethel? Reno will be sick worried if he knows! There is a lot I want to know from both Mom a

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.

Her words caused me to freeze for a while, and by the time I returned to reality, she was already gone. "Something is going on with us, but my sister comes first." I pushed aside her thoughts, moving to the place where she was kept. I passed a small letter to her. After which I rushed out of the place with my eyes remaining vigilant