I have known you since birth. Held you when you could barely open your eyes. Something inside me welled up, but not with love. Jealousy, territorial hate blossomed. I saw to it to crush you.

I wish I could lie, but that is the truth. I never knew how to love when I was young. Still probably don't. And you suffered from that. I only hope that your grace and forgiveness can make you stronger and a better person than I ever was. I was never a sister to you. I don't know if I am now, but there is a deep cut that I carry within me every day from knowing what I have done.