Dear Judith,
I keep thinking about it. What if I ran into the street that day? What if it was me?
I don't think you deserved to die. You are a good person, but me. . . I don't have any friends, no one likes me, and people call me a baby for crying now that you are gone. I just wish. . . wish it was me.
I wish I chased that soccer ball into the street. . .
After all, I was the one that let it go into the street in the first place. It's my fault you are gone and knowing that makes my heart hurt. I'm your big sister and I should have protected you, I should have saved you. . . but I'm nothing but a big baby, I'm the worst big sister ever.
I'm so sorry, Judith. I really let you down, I hope you can forgive me because I haven't forgiven myself.
Love,
Justice
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Dear Judith,
Short Storyin which 7-year-old Justice writes letters to her younger sister Judith, who recently passed away. *** After a childhood accident, Judith was taken away from her family at the age of 5, and she leaves Justice, her sister, to live life without her. S...
