December 31, 2007
I am unhappy in my life and you are so splendidly happy in yours…
Why didn’t I hug you when you gave me that beautiful book? Why didn’t I tell you that I love you? Because I am jealous, envious, all of it. Because I am unhappy in my life and you are so splendidly happy in yours with your remarkable husband, child, house, with money in the bank… Because I am lonely. I did love the book; it was so thoughtful, the perfect gift for me who likes to hide away and read; and I do love you. Sister.
Submitted by: Bernie
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