January 30,1974
Lily,
We don't talk anymore. I think that's majorly my fault. You found a letter, and I didn't mean for you to find them really. You yelled at me for calling you a freak, and pretending that you didn't care about me, but once again, you left back to that school a few weeks back. It doesn't hurt anymore if you think that's the problem. I just see you run through that wall and walk away before I do something that I will regret later. Even Dad noticed that it doesn't matter anymore. That's why I stopped writing letter to you for a year. You're 15 today, and all I wanted was to wish you a happy birthday. That Marlene and Dorcas along with anyone else you know makes your birthday a good one.
I met someone really.
His name is Vernon and I think I like him, but I don't know. He's my best friend, and he knows what you are. He doesn't want me near you. Says that i'm way too important to be with someone like you.
And I believe him.
But you're still my sister.
Signed Petunia Evans.
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Signed, Petunia Evans.
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