Dearest Wanda,

I got bored again so I have decided to write another letter to you to remember me by. You know, just in case I do not make it in this war we are in the middle of. I am not saying I will die, but we cannot exactly tell what the future holds, right?

I am sitting here in my.. well I could not say it is my room but it is a room. The very reason why I am writing this letter is because I remembered a memory from when we were both young. We were about five years old and I was teaching you how to ride a bicycle that father had bought.

I keep telling you to balance yourself but you could not because you were afraid that you would get hurt. I told you I would not let you get hurt. That is what big brothers are for, protecting their little sisters.

You were yelling at me because you did not trust me. You thought I would let go of the bicycle but I did not. Why would I let you get hurt?

Once you felt confident enough, you told me to let go and I asked you if you were sure. You nodded your head and I let go. You did well until you lost your balance and fell to the ground.

I saw tears form in your eyes, the droplets ready to flow down your cheeks. You were ready to cry but I hushed you. I told you that practice makes perfect and everybody fails from time to time. After that, you were better than I was and I could not be happier.

So, that is what I remembered. It made me smile despite the chaos around us.

I love you, little sister.

Sincerely,
your brother