Hey Little Big Brother, my junior year is just starting. You would be a senior this year. How cool would it be to have a big brother who’s a senior? I wonder. It’s not like I can talk about you with anyone, you were here and gone before I was born. No one gets it when I bring you up anyway, I don’t even know why I keep trying. I never knew you and sometimes I wonder why I think about you. Is that normal? I know mom does, I can tell when she looks at me with that look. Where she looks at me and wonders what you would look like. I just freeze when she looks at me like that. She looks beautiful, sad and happy at the same time. Then she goes into story-telling mode and I love it. I could listen to her stories for hours. I know you never actually were a junior in high school, but if you notice me getting into anything I shouldn’t, keep an eye out, ok? Thanks.
Love your Big Little Sis xoxo