Dear my older sister,

I know it has been years since our mother has hurt you in so many ways, but it still gets to me about how brave you were and how sacred I was. You were always there for me and our brother. You would put us to sleep and tuck us in while mom was in school and dad was working, reading me a story and snuggling me until I was dreaming peacefully. That never lasted long, though.

Although I was the youngest, only six, it always killed me inside when I awoke to hear you mom and dad screaming at each other. I never did anything besides lying there, crying until either someone left or I was so exhausted. In the morning, I always acted clueless and happy, like I didn’t hear the screaming and hate coming from the kitchen. All you ever thought about was me and our brother, putting us before you all the time. I never saw any resentment in your eyes towards us.

Then, one day, when you were 16 and I was 10, you got in a huge fight. I don’t really know the specifics but there was something to do with knives. She threw you out. All you were wearing was a pair of underpants and a shirt. She threw you out with nothing and you had to walk all the way to your best friend’s house. I don’t know what dad did, but he obviously chose her over you. I will always be thankful to your friend and their parents for taking you in and taking care of you.

She and dad got a divorce and he put a restraining order on her for you and the house. You lived in this trailer we had in some random yard. You went through some bad times but always showed how strong you were, and how protective and loving you were with us. Now you’re 22 and in a great relationship with a man I truly adore, who has gone through somewhat of the same upbringing as you and who completely understands.

I am 15 as of this winter, and you have been slowly telling me the stories of what that woman did to you. You have only shown me love, and as long as I live you will be my best friend who I trust with my life. To be honest, I look up to you.

Thank you for everything. I love you so much.

- Me, age 15