Story time.
My mother and father are divorced. They have been since I was four. December Twenty-six. That was the day they seperated, right after Christmas. :C
Soon after they were divorced, my mother started dating a Doctor that worked at the same hospital she works at. The Doctor's name was Terrance, or Terry, as he liked to be called, and he was one of the most happiest people I had ever met.
Terry has one daughter. Her name is Eleanor, or Ellee for short. Ellee is a year older than I. From the minute we met, Ellee and I were like sisters, closer than any two girls could ever be without being related. We were always at Terry's house, or they were always at my mom's house. It was pretty obvious that, after a year of dating, Terry was going to ask my mother to marry him. It was also pretty obvious that my mother would say Yes.
Then Terry had to go on a business trip. It was to Cancun, a very pretty island with an ocean. I remember this day well, it was a sunny March day the day my mom, Ellee, and I drove with him to the airport. On the way there, Terry wasn't acting like his normal, happy, never-worried self. He kept reminding us how much he loved us, and how much he'll miss us, and how much he hoped for us to be safe. Everyone could tell something was off.
Terry died the day he got to Cancun. He was in the ocean and had a heart attack. Ever since then, Ellee's mother took Ellee away and moved far, never to communicate with her father's side of the family ever again.
I miss Ellee terribly. Like I have said before, she was my sister. So I wrote this, for the girl that will never see it.
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Dear Ellee.
You may not remember me, but I sure do remember you. We were very little when we last saw eachother. I was five. You were six. The two of us were like sisters, I remember telling you things I had never told anyone else, not even my mommy. We did everything together, and although it was only a year before we were parted, it felt like twenty. The day I met you, that first day, do you remember how we started talking? I do. I tried to sound smart; I had asked you why the letters 'G' and 'J' sounded alike. You told me, "Yes, they do, but 'G' sounds more like 'Guh' and 'J' sounds more like 'Jauh.'" We were always pretty jealous of eachother, you were upset because I was a better reader than you, I had wished I could draw as nicely as you. Do you still draw, Ellee? I know that was one of your favorite things to do. I remember your birds. Your little parakeets, that we went out and bought together. I bought two, and you bought two. I remember your big goldfish, the black one and the orange one. The black one we called Poppy because it had big, popping-out eyes. Do you remember when we used to stick our fingers in the tank so Poppy would come up and nibble on them, thinking it was food? I remember the way it feels. I remember your grandparents, and how I used to call them Ni-Ni and Yai-Yai because that was grandma and grandpa in Chinese. I remember how they spoke very little English, and that sometimes your Daddy would have to translate. Do you remember your grandparents? I know you don't see them anymore, but I would hope you do. Actually, I would like it if you remembered any of the things I listed above.
I miss you. I still sometimes think of you, and I wonder if you ever think of me. I know you'll never see this, but I wanted to write to you, even if your mom rips this up.
-Camm.