I'm sorry, you know I never mean to hurt you. I hope you realise that it's just hard for me to look into your eyes whenever we talk about that issue. I don't know why I have no courage to talk to you, that it always hurts me to watch him flies above me, because we all know that it's supposed to be me, the older.
Mum, you know I love you, always have and always will. I'm sorry I can't say this directly to you. I'm sorry if by the time you read this letter, you see me as someone different. I know you always know me better than anyone else, even better than I know myself. You were once like I am now, and I hope you know how it feels to be me.
Lots of love,
Al
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