Dear little sister,
You know me by name, but not my story. You’ve heard what I’ve been through but you haven’t lived in my shoes. Not only do I share your blood; I am just like you. Both of us lost a father at a very young age and raised by mothers who fought like warriors to protect us from families who never cared about us. A man whom I wished I got to know better not just his last years. I lost contact with you since you turned three years old. That was 15 years ago and now I have a small chance that I’ll find you. Maybe this year. I have your address, I know you live in city of Bristow, Virginia. I hesitate to write you a personal letter because I fear you’ll never get a chance to read it. I am interested in learning what you’ve been through and how beautiful you turned out to be. No matter what happens, never forget who you are. In the end, all I wish for you is to find peace and happiness. I’m okay and I will understand if you do not what to be found.