I started writing to your sister. I don’t know if “she” is a girl, but she feels that way. She feels so real.
I see her when I close my eyes. I see her as a child and all grown up, and I think about the ways that I didn’t see you. When I dreamt of you, you were always an adult looking out of a child’s body. You always looked at me with eyes that just knew.
I don’t know what any of this means. I don’t know that it needs to have meaning. I just wanted to say that I’m thinking about you. And I love you. I wish there were a stronger word than love.
