To a beloved brother who will never read this, from your twin who will never speak this.

We just moved to America, land of the free.

True, we lived here before, but we couldn't remember. Our earliest memories did not include America, so we had no idea what to expect.

Still, I never expected this.

We were foreigners to everyone, so we had the limelight for a time.

I don't know when things got bad, but all of a sudden you were struggling, and I didn't know what to do.

What could they expect of 7, 8, and 9 year olds? How could they be so cruel, when they were hardly alive.

We were at least a year younger than the others, we talked funny, using slang these kids had never heard of, and on top of that, we had speech problems. 

And you were shorter than me, and most everyone else.

Is that why they picked you, instead of me?

I wish it was me.