Sister, Are Apologies Sweet?

[Sweetie Whitledge]

June 24, 1887

Darling,
First, I must take note that this is in no way a love letter, and must point out that this is truly one of the many reasons as to why mother should never had been the one to name us. Though, that was clear from a very young age.
With that made clear, I must express that I am deeply upset that you left. I couldn't bring myself to write a letter until now. It feels that our siblings blame me. Did you speak to them and not at all to me? Did you say something to them to make them hate me even more than I assume they already do?
I still avoid Honey, and no, I don't want to hear how I shouldn't and how nothin is her fault.
In words that I could never say to you in person, I miss you. Please don't let others read this, I can't stand the thought of being a joke in my own family. Our very names make us a joke to everyone else.
I'm not sure when either of us will be comfortable with living in the same room again, but I don't think it's soon. Though, our siblings might yell at me if they were to read this.
In truth, I am stressed, and more so with the absence of Honey. I feel her to be robbed from me, and that you robbed her. I'm... I'm sorry I feel this way. I'm not sure if it is school, or just life in general, but I'm starting to realize that I am more snippy than usual, and thus realize that I am usually snippy. I don't know why, or what is wrong with me, but I'm sure that you'd rather read a letter from anyone but me right now, so I won't write any more to this letter.

From,
Sweetie

@'Darling Whitledge'