Dearest brother,
You are now seventeen years old, yet, I'm still writing these letters. I'm proud, you've made it through your sophomore year and are now a junior in high school. You've made it past the drama with your girlfriend, drama with your so called "friends", and so much more. You're still growing like a weed, its so crazy. Soon enough you'll be almost seven feet tall.
I never start off these letters very well but, I try my best. I never really write letters, its not easy. But little one, take care of your heart, don't wear it on your sleeve. I try my best to make sure you don't get hurt. I love you, though I don't say it enough.
Love,
Jess.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Little Brother
RandomThis is a letter to my younger brother that I know he'll probably never read because he doesn't have a wattpad.