Dear James,
People make choices, and those choices define how people look at you. After this choice people will judge me. It won't matter that I'm gone, and unable to defend myself from their judgement. It doesn't matter though, I've accepted that they will have their own opinions and I really don't care what they think. I just don't want this to change how you think of me. I'm still you're little sister(only by two and half minutes). The sister that makes fun of you're attempts to put together a decent outfit, the sister that shoved an eraser up you're nose at age five, and last but not least the sister that will always love you no matter how many stupid arguments we get in to. I'm still Madeleine, just a little more broken. 

                                        Love,
                                                  Madeleine