Dear sister,
Your gift was delivered to me over a moon ago and I deeply apologise for I have not contacted you ever since. I was wordless, touched by the effort you went through to write down our mother’s story, to cast some light on why she abandoned us. I understand her better now and this knowledge you have granted me I shall treasure forever.
Yet I can not do what you ask of me big sister, even if I now understand her reasonings. No matter how unfair the marriage was for her, it does not change the fact that she chose to leave us behind. You and I were not the cause of her misery, yet she abandoned us as much as she did her marriage. I do know you blame father for that, but I do not think you are being entirely fair toward him. Perhaps it was father’s qualities that made her leave him, yet how was it father’s fault that she left you and I as well?
It was father who took care of us after she selfishly vanished. He swallowed his pride and put porridge in our bowls, pillows under our heads. He protected us from harm, Fiona. I know his ideas of good life never quite aligned with yours. I saw how he tried to correct your ways and how you protested only more vigorously against him - unbending, the both of you and unwilling to see through the eyes of the other.
Now you ask me to abandon him, to be free, assuming I have stayed by his side against my heart’s will. You ask me to come with you to search for a woman who left us behind and to break the heart of the man who did not. I am sorry big sister, but I can not meet your wishes.
I love our father as much as I love you. He asked me to never meet you again, yet I have. You ask me to leave him, yet I shall not. I am free, dear sister, unlike you seem to think. I am free to love you both equally and free to not take part in your wars.
I am free to wish you would both end this madness.
Forever yours,
Sarie
P.S. I’ve found a man I find interesting and I’d really need your opinion and advice. I do not know what to do. I tried to reach you in all the regular places, but you were not there. Where can I find you?
P.P.S. I wrote a tale about a fair maiden and a goblin who fell in love. I’d really appreciate your opinion on it if you’d care to read it. I shall attach it to this letter along with two potential endings. Should I choose the sad one or the happy one?
P.P.P.S. And how do you know our gardener? Are you and him…. …. ….?
P.P.P.P.S. Remember to bathe regularly and comb your hair otherwise you will get lice again. I’m not kidding. Aunt Anna said the lice are attempting to take over the entire Town. This is war Fiona. War. Fight it by bathing! I shall attach a wrapping filled with soap to this letter.
P.P.P.P.P.S ...I miss you. Please reply as swiftly as you can.
