your tears don't fall. they crash around me.

Dear Little Sister.

You'll never read this, because I won't let you. But I'm going to write it anyway.

I know you're going through the stages of 'puberty' as it is put. But it doesn't give you the right to go around treating people the way you do. I know I went through the same stage as you. But havn't you heard mum say? She says that I was never as bad as you. And you know why? Because I was never violent. I never imitated what my sister said to me. And to some extent I listened. Me and Mum  would argue, and then we'd sit down and chat. Those chats brought us closer together. But you know what? You don't do that. You scream. You shout. You stomp. And you bring on the waterworks. And then you complain that everyone is always yelling at you. It's because of you. You don't even see it do you? You don't even see just how much you upset us do you?

You've reduced me to tears. Bet you didn't know that. When we argued the other day and I apologised I was crying. You thought it's because I was sorry didn't you? Well it wasn't. I was crying because I miss you. I miss the way you used to be. I miss the sister who I would play 'Mum's and Dad's' with. The sister who would build 'Polly Pocket' villages with me. The sister who I made a 'show' with. Where did she go? Because the sister who is upstairs in her room right now isn't her at all. Now I get a loud, rude, obnoxious monster.

You don't even understand it. You think that what you say it the right thing. When it's not. If you don't get your own way you start another argument. Mum is fed up with it now. She just finished it with me, and now we're closer than we were.

But the way you're going I don't see the same thing happening for you two. I see you ruining your relationship with her. Because you're too selfish to see the destruction that you are causing. Just open your eyes and see. Before it's too late.