Dear brother,
How are you? Are you happy? Do you miss us? I know we miss you. When you left, it hurt us. When will I see you again? In a year or maybe ten? You played with woman left and right. Brother, do you regret any of what you did? Drinking and smoking. Making friends with dangerous people. You hurt our mother. Her screams of pain never left me. Brother, did you hate life? I would if you ever forgive. Not just those around, but yourself. Brother, just so you know. I forgive you. You tortured me and we fought but I forgave you. You scared me and bullied me but I forgave you. Brother, I even forgave you for things out of your control. Our father beat us, but nothing hurt you more than my cries for help. Brother, you did your best. In the end, I forgave you and I forgave myself. Brother, we have a little niece. She smiles at me and is starting to crawl. She's almost ten months old. It's been over a year since you left. Brother, I want to come and see you. However, I'm needed here. I know if I join you, I can't turn back. I'm sorry, brother. I am going to live the live you gave up.
Your sister,
Bethy
I couldn't think about anything. Besides my died brother. If you have any ideas for a short story, comment.