Letters I Can Never Send

Letters I Can Never Send

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I've always been the youngest in my family and I've always wished for a younger sibling. Well, when I was about twelve and a half, I was told the greatest news of my life and about a month later, the worst. The younger sibling I've always wanted was a very real thing, until all of a sudden, it wasn't. My mom wasn't far enough along to know the gender, so we had taken to calling the baby Casper, because like a ghost yelling "boo", this baby came as a surprise. I see it as fitting to keep as a name of reference, because like a ghost, the baby was gone without a trace. These are letters to my little brother or sister that I never got to meet. Writing these is my way of coping, because I recently came to the discovery that I never did cope, but rather just ignored it and put it in my past. Not a recommended coping mechanism btw.
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*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?

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