Letter 4

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Dear God,

I told my brother the news today.

I said, "Brody, I am really sick."

I didn't expect him to understand.

He told me not to be scared.

That I am a fighter.

He is only four.

Sometimes I wonder why I have the best brother.

Why is that, God?

Why did you give me such a wonderful life?

Then try to take it away from me.

Why me, God?

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