Dear Sidney,

I am still thinking about our conversation from the other night. I'm troubled by your sentence, "Things have happened to me in recent years, things that no one knows and I think I need to talk to someone about them." I didn't ask, I didn't think it was right to ask; but it troubles me and I wish I had asked.

Another thing, you said you are having memoires now of things that happened when we were kids, things that you "know darn well really happened." What could those things be and why do they scare me so much?

I am our family's memory. I carry the stories, the names, the dates, the emotions; but I forget that somewhere in your mind you do too. Your memories are a mystery to me, but I know how scary mine are so I'm scared—petrified actually--for you when you find all of yours.

Breath, big sister. Breath and call me when you need me. I'm always here.

Love

Jamie