"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I knew you pretty much my entire life. I hung out at your house a lot since we lived right down the street and I loved being there. My favorite memories with you always seem to have something embarrassing in them, I guess you brought that out. It always felt like we were doing something so fun and were taking a far trip when we were allowed to walk down to your house to play and I really enjoyed those times. I don’t remember when you got sick or when they told me that you had Cancer but I do remember that you didn’t look like yourself. We didn’t hang out as much (With my cousin) considering you had moved and all but even after it seemed as if we weren’t making those terribly embarrassing memories. I remember when you were admitted to the hospital, my sister and mom went to visit you and it broke my sisters heart seeing you like that. I never got to visit you in the hospital because of school, I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not because I don’t know if I could have seen you like that. I don’t remember the talk my mom had with me and my siblings or when it was but all I remember was that you weren’t with us anymore. It broke my heart at the funeral and I hated seeing everyone so distraught. I wish you weren’t gone. It hurt everyone and I still don’t like the thought that you’re not here. I miss you. I hope you’re in a better place.