Be My Soldier Forever

Ep. 89

From: Uncle Jericho

To : Evan Andrian

Father's little soldier, who's 17 years old.

On a scale of one to ten, try measuring, how hard does your mother scream when she sees the red lipstick on your cheek?

You must have gotten a warning and a prank from your mother, right?

I'm really proud of you and your writing these days, it's not poetry or fiction or any story but it's uncle feels it's something beautiful.

You know why? Because it's a form of consciousness in you, your conclusion, from the way you think under the stars while you're sitting on the roof. I can see you from the window, you bad boy.

Talk about kisses and lipstick. Leo told me you must still be upset.

From what I heard, Cathy seems to be a kind and understanding woman, she won't bite you like a piece of chicken meat.

And don't expect me to give you another name other than the word chicken until you can take the girl out.

Until you take the girl out, chicken.

With encouragement and a lot of love fighting before that uncle ever taught you.

Uncle Gus doctor love

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From: Evan Adrian

For : Uncle Jericho

Uncle, I am 18 years old now.

For a while, I didn't write a poetic sentence, and I'm sorry but Anita ...

Anita killed herself.

Anita tried to kill herself.

And he did.

He was trying to play with the rope he had tied over the door, he was leafing between life and death.

And death was on his side

I'm already dying.

Mom had a heart attack, though,

And here he was, on his deathbed, playing with the same rope of life and death, hoping that luck would be by his side and choose death.

Anita hangs out with naughty children lately, she often comes home late at night and is not in doubt if she is often drunk, therefore when she comes home, she will not be able to get drunk, she stumbled around the house, vomited and fainted somewhere as she walked to the bed, and made me help her to the bed, or carry her if I had the strength.

I can't believe all this, I can't even eat.

Anita often wore very tight clothes. Mom and I sawing reprimanded him, telling him that we really didn't like him to go it wasn't clear where he was going.

But he yelled at us, he yelled and yelled while saying leave me alone! Here I am, if you don't like me, then don't talk to me.

I said her dad wouldn't be proud of her if he saw her like this, I said his dad wasn't proud of her.

You know what he told me?

I don't care, I don't care about my father your father or mother or anything or anyone, especially you!

Not only that, she used to cry at night and I cried with her too. In my room of course, on my own pillow.

I know he doesn't forgive me.

This is an unforgivable mistake.

Then I realized, Anita is not the only one who is not proud of by father and uncle.

Dad's not proud of me either.

I've hit my own sister, I slapped her, I harassed my own sister. And the best part is I did it late in front of my own mother.

So, on behalf of my wonderful older sister, Anita. This letter is about him.

Anita hasn't talked to me much lately, since her money for college was stolen. He sighed after crying and he didn't say anything, and he continued to work at the bistro.

Anita desperately wants to be a successful editor, she wants to give us money, she wants mom to be okay.

Anita also has a strange taste in music, strange books, she is obsessed with quotes and is always hot-tempered for 20 minutes after she wakes up. He likes to drink coffee like other teenagers, he likes to go out hanging out with his friends in the coffee shop.

I see now, looking at everyone's 'perfect' life, he can't do it anymore.

And now, every time I see my brother Anita has the urge to walk up to them and hang out with them how I can't stop him. Because I suck. I let my sister die. He sank into his grief, he drowned and I couldn't save him.

Mother said that killing yourself is a sin. Then Anita sinned, Anita will go to hell, Anita has gone to hell.

But I still love him.

Evan.