Dear Sister,

I know I should be proud of you for your accomplishments, and I know that deep down, I truly am. But you have to understand how difficult it is for me to see you bask in your glory while I try so hard to gain any pride and respect I can from our parents. Writing has been my passion for as long as I can remember, and people tell me that I'm good. And here you are, eleven years old, and you're published in a book. I know how horrible of a person I am for being jealous. I know that it's wrong, and that I should just support you. But it hurts so much that I can never measure up to someone three years younger than me. It kills me that you're so superior to me in their eyes, when in reality, I've been through much worse situations than you could ever dream of. I guess that's partially my fault for hiding it. But you wouldn't want a fucked up sister, would you?

I really do love you. I just wish that they could be proud of me for once, too. I'm sorry that I'm so jealous and don't sing your praises like you deserve me too. I just can't let myself. I'm so sorry.

-Jami