Letter of gratitude
Who knew we’d only have 20 years together? I remember the day you were born. I was 12 and, as a teenager, I thought a new baby would be so annoying. When you turned one, you became more interesting. At two, I was besotted with your gorgeous giggle. At seven, you coined a new nickname for me, ‘Aisha Pizza’, after my favourite food. As the older sister, I wrote your essays, took you to nice places, gave you lectures and shared wisdom.