I'm sorry for all the ways I've acted. I know I wasn't the best child. I wasn't the easiest to deal with, and I was downright disobedient as I got older.
You didn't deserve it, but at the time I thought you did.
I don't know how I missed it, how I overlooked it. It's all in the details, you know. I should have looked harder, I should have known you wouldn't do those things to me.
I should have known it wasn't you who whispered about your mind being gone.
I do wish you had told me when I was younger, about your sister, about what she did to you. I wish things had been different for the both of us, I wish she never existed.
I wish I never believed she was you.
There's always a difference even in identical twins and I never noticed it. Maybe if I had known that you'd had a sister at all I wouldn't have been so easily tricked.
Maybe I wouldn't be writing this letter at all.
I miss you Mom, and I'm sorry for what I did. I just wanted all the pain and fear to stop. I honestly wish I had died in the car with you, that was my intention when I drove us into the tree.
Then time passed, and things seemed okay while I was up in the air for a new home. No one thought a teenaged girl would intentionally hit a tree. I was okay. Then they found me a home.
They told me your sister practically raised you, even though she was only a year older. My God does she look like you Mom, identical except the eyes. Hers are a little darker.
I'm apologizing to you now for how I treated you. You weren't the one who hurt me. Your light eyes never glared at me. I'm sorry that I believed she was you. I'm so sorry.
I'll make things right. I've asked her to take me to your grave so I might leave a letter.
Mom, I promise you one thing. This time I'll hit the tree harder.