Love, Violet : A story of a young girl who learnt the art of accepting herself. Dear Finlay, Remember the 2nd grade, you were new and you sat beside Hudson Tate. He had snatched your hair once and I had punched him on his face. Since then we were friends. Well do you even remember the 5th grade, when I got hold of your back and took the punishment for math. You couldn't say sorry enough to convince me. Huh! Well, now you've finally grown up to be prettier than me and have made new friends. But for me you were my only. And, have you even noticed how we just say 'HI' sometimes. It feels like we've never known each other. Last summer you became friends with Hudson Tate, even when you knew that he was the one that I had a crush on. But I still couldn't do anything but stand and stare at you both from the edge of my locker. Though I had never imagined that someday you would be my half-sister. Huh! that was devastating. It's not that I would ask my mother to stay aside. I have been seeing her alone for a long time. But I hope someday you would try to understand me. For me you have always been perfect. I know, its the same for everyone. You're everybody's favorite . I have always compared myself to you, but now finally I have found ways to appreciating myself, and I have accepted how beautiful I am from inside. Love, Violet