Dear Phoebe,

Dewdrop.
Remember that word?
You were obsessed with it.

We were in fourth grade then
and your love for spelling bee's was slowly emerging.
You, Bee, loved to spell.
Every and any word could never escape you. It was almost angelic to watch your growing interests
bloom before my still-young eyes.

Bee, my starlet, you had bewitched me. There was nothing that you couldn't do. There was nothing that you didn't do.

My dainty sister was a
force of courage.
Courage that I so desperately wanted to hold within me.
Just once.

How it breaks my heart to know
that my courage would be the end of you and me.

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