Dear Brother,
I told you to leave me. Let go. You didn't listen to me. So I had to ask it as my last wish.
With your hurt face in front of my eyes, I wanted to tell you that I loved you. That I'll miss you. But I couldn't.
Seven years ago, when I was diagnosed with Leukemia I started hating the world. Everyone could be happy but I couldn't.
A cloud of gloom lurking over me. Raining sorrow and drenching me in despair.
I walk down memory lane, try to go as far as I can. Yet, I can't find the exact place. The bend where it all changed.
Where I started hating myself.
It may seem unreasonable. Petty even. But I didn't like myself for being like this.
Good thing I don't have to keep hating one person very long from now.
Yours Lovingly,
Carolina
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Last Letter
Short StoryDiagnosed with cancer, Carolina, in her numbered days writes letters to people who have made a difference in her life. Waiting for the time when she will not be sitting with a pen in her hand but lying moveless in a grave. Waiting for her last lette...
