Letter To Missie

Do you realize it has been twenty-five years since we said good bye? I think of you often. You left an empty void that I was never able to fill with subsequent friends.

My brother enlightened me that you were not wanted and that you needed another place to live. He inquired if I would like to meet you. I said, "yes," and he was out the door to get you. You had been living across the street from my dad's house.

I was standing at the sink washing dishes when you came into the kitchen. I turned around and saw you for the first time. I already knew we had something in common. My being conceived had not been planned either. I was also considered to have been a mistake just like you.

You were small and cute with big brown eyes and the loveliest reddish brown hair I'd ever seen. You had such an outgoing personally and seemed as interested in me as I was in you.

I was in the process of moving to my own apartment and I needed a roommate. It seemed like fate that you should move in with me. It worked out fine because you helped to keep me busy and out of trouble. I know I would have missed my brothers and sisters more if you had not been there for me.

We did everything together. We took long walks, watched old movies on television, rode on motorcycles and went on a vacation to the gulf. I have all kinds of pictures of us together in my albums. And everyone that met you liked you as much as I did.

Remember that boy you were interested in for awhile? You had one wild romance. We even thought you might have gotten pregnant. It was really disappointing when it turned out that you weren't. I often regretted that you never had any babies because I just knew that you would have been a terrific mother.

You were so jealous when you met my future husband. In the beginning, I realized that I was neglecting our friendship. You know what...he was just as jealous of you. I don't think he liked having you around especially when we were newlyweds.

We did not have to worry about the jealousy for very long. It was a lousy marriage. He was an alcoholic and I had one miscarriage after another. I was depressed and lonely most of the time. It was you that I cried to with my frustrations.

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