Sometimes I ask myself why it was I who was born, and not you. You would've done much more good than me. At least, that's what I believe. As my older brother who has never been born, I sure miss you a lot. Even though we never met. The world was ready for you, but you weren't ready for the world. I understand that. But by the time we finally meet, I'm going to have a lot of stories to tell. I'm going to have my own written book. You better have a novel for me as well, Mattie.