"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

You are just next door, but we’re grow so different, we don’t often behave like other sisters. I remember a time , when we were young and you were my favorite person in the world. And I believe I was yours. Then came school and I am unsure what happened but we grew wider apart. You had your friends in this other city from school, and I was friends with the kids near us from a different school.
I don’t know what happened. Someday we switched roles I outgrew your younger sister and in my mind, I became responsible for you. But you see it differently. It is so weird.
I’m so often angry. Not even at you, but still I yell at you and don’t tell you anything anymore. But that’s because everything I’ve ever told you in secret you’ve told someone. I love you but I don’t trust you. And I’m sorry. For so much I don’t even-
So much changed between us, between when we were under ten to when we are now, and I can’t pinpoint it. I can’t blame anything or anyone because I noticed it too late. And I think mow it is too late for me to salvage..
I don’t know, I’m sorry and I love you