Dear Karena,
I don't have the guts to call you. I don't even know if somebody else will pick up. What does your voicemail sound like? I don't know.
You know, I've been think a lot about you. Why'd you go? Was it mum? Did she mention weight too often? I know she does. It was probably something I don't know. I don't get to know these kinds of things. Heck, I wasn't even allowed to attend your funeral, and I'm your only cousin able to attend. Anyways, my parents never tell me shit. So I have to get answers from you. Look how well it's turning out.
Your mom died, I know. She was my favourite aunt, you know. Mom didn't tell me anything. Dad told me. When you died. I didn't even hear it from him. I just overheard him telling the police officer.
Love,
Lee
