Dearest Wanda,

I just keep writing to you and I do not think I can stop now.

I remembered another memory. It was a sad, yet a bittersweet moment. It was that time when you have gotten a nightmare.

I think it was around two in the morning when that happened. I was sleeping when I suddenly woke up because of your screams and cries. I immediately woke up and rushed to your side. I knew you needed your big brother to comfort you.

I was rubbing your back, letting you cry onto my shoulder. I tried to stop the incessant flow of tears coming from your eyes, but you just would not halt.

I asked you what your dream was about. You were hesitant to tell me. I knew because you kept stuttering. Big brothers know their sisters very well, Wanda, never forget that.

Then you told me after we were enveloped with a silence. I could not say anything after you told me what your dream was about.

It was about me dying.

I was silent. I did not let you speak after that because I know it pains you to know that I died in your dreams. Death is inevitable, sister, I think I have told you that so many times already. We must not be afraid to die.

I helped you sleep after that. Once I knew you were asleep, I went back to my bed and tried to lull myself back to sleep, but I just can't. That was the first time you had a dream like that, it scared me.

Now, death does not scare me, sister. Well, just a little bit but we cannot escape death, right? If it is your time, it is your time. Just know that if I die, I will die with all these memories around me and I think that it does not sound so bad.

I love you.

Sincerely,
your brother