Dear Big Sis...Hi! Hello! Happy birthday! ā„ā„ā„ First of all, I hope that this gets to you on time. I know that sounds weird because of what you have to do and all, but, you know, the rest of us are still dealing with normal time stuff ^_^! I hope you're doing well. Mom and Dad wish that you'd call or write more (me too, of course) and even though Big Bro pretends he doesn't even notice you're gone... I know he does too. We all hope you're doing well. I know you're probably not supposed to (con)
talk about your work stuff, so, I wonāt ask about that. Maybe just wish you good luck and health and all that (I know Mom definitely does).Ā
Are you still doing music, sort of? We heard your song on the radio the other day. Normally, itās Big Bro that plays it on his stereo while he studies but it was actually on the radio again! It was so cool, but, it kind of made me sad. Part of it is because I just miss you a lot. But itās mostly the fact that you gave up so much for me and your song reminds me of that.
Bro calls you a bratbut I could never think that. I didnāt want to be a saniwa but then you stepped up. You gave up your singing and all that to give me a chance to be ānormalā. I think about what wouldāve happened if I wasnāt such a selfish coward and stepped up to the plate instead. Youād be this big successful singer that everyone knows about. I bet youād be popular in America or something too! You were always destined for greatness no matter what, Sis. I seriously think that! Iām not just saying!
Anyway, thank you for sacrificing so much for me that day.Ā
We really miss you. Happy birthday! ā„Ā
She reads that name over, and over, and over again. Each time she does so, her grip gets tighter and tighter. Her hands tremble violently as the pastel pink paper crumples up before her thumbs tear holes in the sides.Ā
A loud, cruel laugh escapes her as her hands twist the paper. She isnāt really sure if she just wants to ball it up or tear it into pieces. For now, she settles for just throwing the letter on the table in front of her and covering her face, muffling any noise she made.Ā
Moemi was faking this. Moemi doesnāt really care, she sent this just to make herself look good to the rest of them. Moemi just sent this to rub salt in her wounds (hell, she was surprised that she didnāt have her age pointed out), did you see all that shit about her music? (Her fucking song that was on the bottom of the charts for a day before being forgotten?)
āI wouldnāt have had to give it all up if you didnāt fucking exist, youā¦ youā¦ fuckingā¦ Augh!ā Kanon screeched, slamming her fists against the table, knocking over a half-empty tea cup that had been sitting there since two days ago and sending her pens clattering to the floor.Ā
No one missed her and she knew that.Ā
Everyone liked Moemi more than her after all.
