My dear sister You are finally here, my dear older sister. I haven’t seen you for years; you still look young and energetic. I want to know everything that has happened to you ever since that day our father passed away. I feel bad about everything that has happened ever since I left, I don’t know what you have been through but I am deeply sorry for making you endure it on your own. You have no idea how much I have to tell you, my life has been drastic and painful, finally someone is here to listen to me. You do look beautiful; you look so healthy my dear sister.
As you talk about your past right now I am reminded of my actions long ago. You keep on telling me that I am going to reproach you sister and I don’t know what you mean. But I believed at that moment the best thing I could do for myself and the family was to leave and spare the others, I believed that if I left everything it would have been better for you! I am glad that you’re here right now but you’re telling me that we lost Belle Reve? How could this even happen? Do you know what I had to go through ever since I left?
No you don’t, you don’t have any rights to be getting mad at me right now. I too lost a father the same day you lost yours; I too suffered the days that you suffered just in a different way. How dare you disgrace the place that I deeply care about? Yes, I am married to someone who is in the under-class, is that a problem? Why am I not talking? It’s because you’re babbling on about what happened with your life! I am not a quiet person and also, Stanley is an amazing man. I wouldn’t be here without him; he has supported me enough so that I can be standing here right now.
I know that you weren’t expecting to find me in a small house like this, all broken and trashed but this is who I am at the moment. I miss the Belle Reve, I miss the presence of our father and mother. I too feel lonely as much as you do. I am a human being and I also have feelings just like yours. I try to understand as much as possible because I know that you had to go through rough times to pay for all the finances but you bringing back those memories provide me with pain and sorrow, I cannot go back in time and redo what I have done.
Can you not tell that I am trying to make you happy? I know that you love it when others admire how you dress and how beautiful you look. My dear Blanche, please stop yelling and blaming, the past is the past. We all have our own history, our own story of the pain that we had to go through. I am sincerely sorry for leaving you behind, all I can do now is act for your forgiveness, and try my best to make you happy.
