Letters You Will Never Read

When I Cried

I cried when I broke my arm at seven years old, trying to beat Jordan at who could jump the highest off the swingset.

I cried when I wasn't allowed to eat for two days because I needed to lose five pounds, when I was nine.

I cried the night my parents divorced, and when they told me I wasn't allowed to stay with my dad. I was eleven.

I cried when I found out that your sister had died in a fire, or perhaps more because I knew how much you loved her and missed her. That was when I was fifteen...

I'm nineteen now. I guess I'm past the crying stage.