Description
I've always been the youngest in my family and I've always wished for a younger sibling. Well, when I was about twelve and a half, I was told the greatest news of my life and about a month later, the worst. The younger sibling I've always wanted was a very real thing, until all of a sudden, it wasn't. My mom wasn't far enough along to know the gender, so we had taken to calling the baby Casper, because like a ghost yelling "boo", this baby came as a surprise. I see it as fitting to keep as a name of reference, because like a ghost, the baby was gone without a trace. These are letters to my little brother or sister that I never got to meet. Writing these is my way of coping, because I recently came to the discovery that I never did cope, but rather just ignored it and put it in my past. Not a recommended coping mechanism btw.
Letter 1: You
