Twyla sat at her desk, staring out her bedroom window as she always did when she was unsure or thinking about a really hard decision which was happening quite often nowadays. Perhaps a bit too often. Her parents, who usually left her alone and to her own devices, had started to notice her absence. This was a feat in itself as both her parents held down high-profile jobs and were workaholics. It took a lot to get their attention so Twyla had learned to care for herself and look after her own needs.
But Twyla’s newest and biggest dilemma involved her parents, or at the very least, they would have to know about it. She pulled out the flier and reread it before putting it to the side again. This time though, she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She paused for a moment, then began to write a letter.
It was a letter to her brother. A brother she had never met and probably never would. Although it was a bit odd to be writing to an unknown brother who was most likely dead, it had long since been Twyla’s method of figuring out her thoughts and worries. She had started writing the letters when she was 7 and hadn’t stopped. When she was little, she had written the letters in hopes of being able to send them to her brother and finding him as she had been very lonely as a child. Overtime, they had evolved become more like dairy entries. Each letter contained a bit of her heart and inner most thoughts, carefully written on a piece of stationary paper and then sealed away where no one would ever read them. Even if by some random chance Twyla got to meet her brother, she wasn’t sure if she would ever show him the letters. Although she addressed them to her unknown sibling, they were no longer written for him. They were written for her and for her ‘idea’ of her older brother.
She still wondered about him sometimes, what he had been like, if he was still alive, what he was like now if he was alive. However, there was little point in dwelling on such questions as they would never be answered.
Finally, Twyla finished the letter. She let out a small sigh and realized that she no longer felt so undecided and unsure of what to do. All her fears and worries were right there in front of her on the page, neatly laid out in her own neat handwriting. Carefully, Twyla folded the letter three times then she got an envelope and slipped the letter inside. Once the envelope was sealed shut, she placed the letter in her letter box. Smiling softly to herself, Twyla ran a hand over each of the letters inside. She would have to make a new box soon, this one was almost full. A new box for the new chapter in her life, her life at the Elite Training Center.
