Little Brother
Dear Little Brother,
I miss you from your little toes to your head that is slightly too big for your body.
I miss you more than I've ever missed anyone before.
I miss you and the way you will always hold my heart in the palm of your very tiny hand.
I miss you and the memories we did not have enough time to make.
I miss you even though I can't really miss you I can only wish to have watched you grow.
I have missed you for fourteen years.
You were ripped out of my messy little hands far too soon.
I will forever miss you with every single piece of my heart.
Love always,
your big sister.
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