Crafting Voice

Mrs. Dara Ann,

When I was first told about you moving in with us, I was not excited. I haven't talked to you in years, I knew you as the little cousin that we would hang out with when we went to see Grandma but nothing more. I always had this image about you, this religious goody good that always followed the rules partly because of Grandma's description and bias of you. That however, was not the case. It took awhile when you moved into get comfortable with each other but after we did, it was as if it had always been like that. I learned that the perception that Grandma had of you was wrong and that perhaps she didn't know you at all, but I did. I knew all your secrets and you knew mine. When I found that handwritten letter in the mailbox of a pathetic attempt to try to explain your actions, lets just say Grandma wouldn't approve of the words I wanted to use. I was hurt. I was broken. I trusted you and you abandoned me. You moved clear across the country to marry some guy in the army. I didn't understand. Why would you give up your life for some guy? You had plans. I get it now. I don't agree but I get it. You were right in not telling me what you were planning on doing because I wouldn't have understood but now I do. It makes me happy to hear that your happy. As always, hope all is well.

Your little Cousin,
Rennaroo