Dear Ana,
I woke up today at the normal time and I went downstairs for breakfast.
I ate Mommy's pancakes and it made me feel weird. I thought about you so I went to your room. You were asleep but I felt the need to wake you up.
Your room was freezing and your skin was cold to the touch. You didn't even have a blanket on you.
I shook you but you wouldn't get up. I didn't hear you breathing.
I screamed to Mommy and Daddy. The ambulance got here and helped you.
Was I too late sissy?
-Daisy
YOU ARE READING
Dear Ana,
Historia CortaA story in which a little girl writes letters to her older sister with anorexia. (This is my first attempt at a letter story. This is the first time I came up with the courage to post my work. Please give me feedback on how you feel about this.) *Co...
