I heard the letterbox flap open and close and heard something clatter to floor. Lazily I shuffled to do the door, pushing my knotted hair out of my eyes, picked up the letters and started looking through. Not for me, and of course not for me, not for me and-
For the first time in a long time, there was actually a letter addressed to me, in feminine curly handwriting. I hadn't had a letter since my dad stopped writing to me over a year and a half ago. Confused, I wandered into my cramped living room, dumped the letters for my mum onto the floor and plopped myself onto the faded sofa to inspect my letter. The envelope was a pale pink and- to my amazement- smelt faintly of lavender. Surely something that smelt and looked so nice couldn't be for me? Carefully, slowly, I pulled open the envelope and pulled out a perfectly folded crisp piece of paper. My initial apprehension was replaced by an overwhelming curiosity. I unfolded the letter and saw a page covered in that same curly writing. I began to read.
Hello dearest Alexandra,
My name is Lillian, I'm hoping you have heard of me. If not, well I'm your sister but you may not remember. We are twins but when we were around 5 years old, our mother decided that she could not cope with the burden of two young girls anymore and so she gave me up for adoption. I remember playing with you when we were younger but my adopted parents were never keen on me contacting you and that is why you have only just heard from me. Now that I am 16 years old, I have decided that I would really like to see you again.
I know this is probably a shock to you and I'm terribly sorry to all of a sudden bring this on you but at the end of the day, you're my sister and I would very much appreciate seeing you again.
Please respond by sending a letter to the address inclosed above.
I am waiting in anticipation for your response.
Your dearest sister Lillian
x x x
My eyes reached the bottom of the page and my breath caught in my throat. My sister? It's been 11 years... I didn't even remember having a sister, I guess I'd assumed a long time ago that I'd never see her again so I just blocked out the memories to save myself from any pain or anguish.
"Wow," I breathed.
I was unsure as to what to do. She was my sister but did I want to see her after 11 years? It's a long time and what if she is bitter and resentful towards me seeing as I was the one who got our parents and she was the one who got given away?
I stayed on the sofa for a long time.