Last night I had a dream that you married some guy. Now that I think of it, I’m not sure if you were getting married that day or if you just let us know that you were about to get married. Either way, I wasn’t a fan. This guy just didn’t seem like the right guy from my perspective. I am probably pretty bias because I think you deserve the best. I know many guys try and grab your attention, so it must be difficult for you to understand. I want you to keep in mind that you don’t always have to stick to guys that are ”projects.” It’s not your responsibility to bring a boy up from the bottom. You are not required to have to choose a guy that is trying to pick himself back up. You’re not their mother to tell fellas what is right and what is wrong. You don’t have to wait for any guy to pick up his slack by any means. You are better than that by a million. I promise you that. I just want to serve you a few reminders before I ramble on. First of all, the right guy won’t try to get your attention by sending you all the flowers in the world; he will get your attention by doing what he needs to be doing to improve himself. The right guy won’t try and act all cute and do extraordinary things for you just to impress you; his everyday actions should be doing that work. Lastly, you don’t have to worry about the guy putting all of his attention on you, if he’s the right guy, the basic plans he has will be easily adaptable to include you in them. I feel like a shit brother for never making that clear enough over the years. I guess this is as good a time to remind you of how I always viewed you since you were born. Let me start by saying, I did not want you around when you were born at first. When I found out that you were going to be a girl, I hated the idea of not being able to play basketball with you. I only wanted a brother so I could have a partner in crime. The week you were born are some of my earliest memories. I remember that you came early, and you were sick in the hospital. I cried, thinking that something was wrong with you, and I would pray with grandma every day to make sure you were okay. I didn’t even know you, and you had already made me cry. The first time I got the chance to meet you, my mission was to make sure you hold on to my finger, it didn’t quite work out the first time, but I kept trying. I was so happy, and all I wanted to do was hold you. When we brought you home, I was so delighted that I could just start talking to you, and it annoyed me that you took forever to understand me. I would speak to you like you were my diary at times. I didn’t even mind that you were starting to take all of my parents’ attention while I was working on growing up. Dad had a firm talk with me about how it was my responsibility to always take care of you, and I was definitely up for it. You started growing up, and I adapted my likes a little. I made sure I had you pretend to play video games with me, and I allowed you to jump on the trampoline with me. I started getting annoyed that I would get stuck with the chores, and you were still small. So I had you join me in picking up after our dogs in the yard. I didn’t like it much when dad lost his patience with me when I did something wrong, but I sadly did the same to you. I could be pretty mean at times, and I’m not proud of it. Once I started going to school and began making friends, you were still my person. I was very hard on you for the most part, and I didn’t want you to grow up so quickly. I remember the first time you told mom and dad that you had a crush on a boy. I wanted to go beat him up since we were in the same school. When Andy was born, you started to be a better sister than I was a brother. You took care of him well for a five-year-old. I wanted to be Andys favorite, and you were quickly taking my place. I look back, and I don’t know where that time went. It’s kind of a blur now. I know this is starting to get long, so maybe I’ll just write you a part 2. One day when you read this, I just want you to know that I love you, and I want to make sure I show it with my actions a lot more than I do with words. You’re the special one in the family—the middle child. J.Cole even made a song about you. Great things are waiting for you, so forgive me when I lose my patience with you. I just want you to see what I see. Maybe when I let you in on the rest of the years once you became a teenager, you could understand even more.