Reg,

It’s been two years this Thursday. Two years of uncertainty. Two years since you’ve left us. I miss you every day. 

It’s killing your mother, your absence. She’s pale and thin and the bags under her eyes haven’t left since that day. It has taken such a toll on everyone. 

No one’s the same anymore. School is boring without you; I suppose I should catch you up on that.

Remember the teacher who busted us on the roof? Mr. Raborn? He’s now my English teacher. Funny how that works, huh? I wish you were there to see my reaction… I can barely survive in my classes without you.

I miss you so much Reg. Please come home.

Mitsy