Dear Kylie,

I’m sorry for dropping a marble egg on your eyebrow, but to be fair, you were antagonizing me, and I wasn’t having it. 

I’m sorry for biting your belly button as a toddler, though I still somewhat doubt that I did because you’ve got an innie, and it doesn’t seem logically possible. 

I’m sorry for locking you out of our shared room and screaming at you and calling you a butthead or a fart-face until you left.

Thank you for always having “sleepovers” with me, especially on Christmas. 

Thank you for letting me raid your closet—to an extent—and sharing your clothes with me once we were in similarly-sized clothes. 

Thank you for sending me TikToks all the time, whether it’s some random old man dancing or a poem about sisterhood. I love it all. 

Thank you for doing photoshoots with me every year on my birthday, and thank you for beginning to teach me ASL in elementary school. 

You always have been and always will be my best friend. 

I don’t know how else to explain it. 

The seven years between us have never proven to be an issue. You’ve always been so good to me and allowed me to be your equal. 

I’ve always been so envious of you for being such a perfect example for me; as a child, I thought you were perfect despite the fact that I sometimes made you miserable. 

Now, I see that you aren’t perfect, and I love you for it. Your downfalls and your struggles make mine feel justified. If you hurt, I hurt, but I understand it now. 

I am so incredibly grateful that you continue to welcome me into your life and spend time with me.

I can’t express the joy I feel when you invite me over to hang out with you, or when you come over, or when you text me some TikTok about my worth or what being a sister really is. 

We have so many inside jokes, so many nicknames—my personal favorite of yours being Fuzzie Fredd or Kylie Mooney—and so, so, so much love. 

When all of the people I’ve found in this life are gone, you will be there, and when yours are gone, you’ll have me.

I am so lucky to have a sister as beautiful as you inside and out. 

You’ve been through so much, and you’ve come out on top time after time.

You are the strongest person I know. 

I am so proud of you, Kylie Margaret. 

I’m sorry for having been a typical little sister and making you upset over the years, but thank you for remaining my best friend through all of it.

I love you, Fuzzie Fredd.