Dear Jane,

I am confused. 

In this world where I'm living in, everyone hates me, including you.

What am I to do?

You were always Jane because you are elder than me. I've always wanted to be Jane. The name sounds better than 'Mary'. We used to sit by the swing and play dress up, like sisters do. People used to ask if we were sisters. It wasn't because we look alike, which is hardly true because I wore thick framed glasses and you always had pretty dresses on.
It was because we were inseparable and I was attached to you& your family.
At present, I am your enemy and my family is your ally. Why?

Why are we so naive?

If only you are still Jane, and I am Mary, at least I have a sister to depend on. Because right now, it seems the weight on my shoulder is heavier and I don't have a support to hold me. If you are here, at least I have a shoulder to cry on.

Love,

Mary.