My darling older sister. We are but eight year apart in age. Roughly an hour and a half in distance and five shades difference in skin tone. You were born in the UK and me, I'm your typical Australian.
I know we have all been through the rough, and what seems like an everlasting acidic loop. A life time of consuming madness.
But, you're wrong.
I made it. Well, I am making it. I've seen the house being raided, and fists thrown across our mothers face. I've had two car accidents, and now I am suffering. But I'm okay.
Timothy, Heidi and I, we fought for you. We know how hard it is to love and to be loved. We were raised together. Unfortunately, the three of us (Tim, Heidi and I), have continued in this turmoil and we only wished you had of walked this road with us.
You're one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. My stomach feels like crocodile bait. I can feel blades dagger into my organs. I want to find you, Beck.
I'm not sure if you're suffering too, and if you're afraid we will fight you again. Or maybe that's just an excuse because maybe you genuinely don't wish to be a Ward. After all, you were raised by another man. A Faulkner.
Sometimes I wish I could come home and call you when I'm down. We've never had a relationship like two sisters do, but every day I pray that we did. And every day I will treat Heidi like the sister I wish you were.
I hope one day you explain to Heidi that she is not the problem. That she too, like us, is a diamond in the rough.
Randalls', Grandmas and everyone in between's death, has traumatised us, just as much as you. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't claim you to be my big sister.
One day I hope to come over to your new home, with all of your children and a husband who loves you. This day will be the day we may not be a peaceful family, but a happy one.
You will be just as happy one day.
I just pray to God, it's with me in your life.
I love you, Rebekah. Even though you're a planet away.
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