Dear Little Sister,You’re not so little now,And you never really were.You’re still 3 minutes younger,So what I say is still true. But,Dear Little Sister,just like how you aren’t so little anymore,Things have changed between us.Such asA rift as strong as paper,That most likely won’t be fixed,Or a role reversal,Where I’m locked out,And I start to look through the keyhole,Instead of the other way around.Dear Little Sister,I know what you’ve been through,And I don’t like how it feels.But my realization came too late,And I started scrambling,Like all students do,When a final grade is coming out,But there’s nothing left to do. Dear Little Sister,I hope you can see outside into the hallway,Or even piece together the ripped paper,That I was too ignorant to notice. Dear Little Sister,I know it’s not much, But all I can say isI’m sorry.