Dear Little Sister,

January 4, 2017

Dear Little Sister,

You’re not so little now,

And you never really were.

You’re still 3 minutes younger,

So what I say is still true.

But,

Dear Little Sister,

just like how you aren’t so little anymore,

Things have changed between us.

Such as

A rift as strong as paper,

That most likely won’t be fixed,

Or a role reversal,

Where I’m locked out,

And I start to look through the keyhole,

Instead of the other way around.

Dear Little Sister,

I know what you’ve been through,

And I don’t like how it feels.

But my realization came too late,

And I started scrambling,

Like all students do,

When a final grade is coming out,

But there’s nothing left to do.

Dear Little Sister,

I hope you can see outside into the hallway,

Or even piece together the ripped paper,

That I was too ignorant to notice.

Dear Little Sister,

I know it’s not much,

But all I can say is

I’m sorry.

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