To my little sister,
Well, you aren't so little anymore. You're actually half a head taller than me, and it makes me sad. I can't even steal your shoes anymore because your feet are a whole size larger than mine. Bummer. I know this is going to embarrass you because everything embarrasses you when you're sixteen; too bad. Sit down and listen up. (Please?)
I miss you. I've only been gone for two weeks, but life isn't the same without your sarcastic, dark humor. You annoy me to no end and I hate it most of the time, but I've gotten used to you incessantly nagging me. It's better than the lonely silence that surrounds me in your absence.
It'll be a while until you show up pounding on the bathroom door because you say you claimed the shower first. It'll be a few months until you yell at me for going to bed with my makeup on. I have to wait until December for you to make me laugh so hard that I'm paralyzed and unable to breathe.
Soon, we'll be taking those two a.m. car rides to McDonald's because we both crave their fries at the same time, always. In just a few more months, we'll be sneaking out of the house to go see that new movie we both really need to see. I can't wait to be dancing crazy to old Kelly Clarkson songs with you and complaining whenever Dad puts that old 70's crap on the radio.
I can't wait to be home again, mainly because life really does feel strange without you here. It's my second year away, but I never really get used to missing you.
Hey. I love you.
Sincerely,
Your big sister