OH MOTHER 2

Hunter.

As I gazed at the photograph, my eyes drifted to the date scribbled beneath it: "11-11-2011." The numbers seemed to sear themselves into my brain, taunting me with their secrets. What happened on that day? Why was it significant enough to be recorded in my aunt's journal?

But before I could ponder the mystery further, my eyes landed on a new entry, penned in a handwriting that was unmistakably different from my aunt's. The words seemed to leap off the page, addressing my aunt with a familiarity that was both poignant and puzzling.

"Hey sis! I know you would kick my behind for even touching your journal and would've probably killed me for writing in it." The sentence was infused with a warmth and humor that seemed to capture the essence of a sibling bond. "But I have a few things I need to say to you, things that I've been meaning to say to you for over two decades now."