Hey. Er, sister.
(Apologies that I have to address it like that. Mum, in a stroke of uselessness, has no idea what you're called now. So neither do I.)
Sorry mum and dad chucked you. That was a pretty rubbish thing of them to do. But they were pretty rubbish parents, so your limited interaction with them was at least an honest one. Better than if they'd loved you for a year or so and then chucked you, that'd have been a bit more brutal.
I sort of hope the last eighteen years of your life have been as chaotic and idiotic and utter shit as mine. I know that's an awful thing to say, but if I'm going to find you and maybe sort of have any sort of brother-sister relationship with you, I can't very well want you to have had a normal, happy childhood. If you had, then I wouldn't like you- and I think I've decided on the fact that I'd at least sort of like to like you.
So..yeah. That's all I've got. Wherever you are, when you don't read this letter because I'm
neverprobably not going to send it I hope you know that your older brother that you probably know nothing about has decided he actually wants to know you. Feels good, doesn't it?
-Zac-