Dear Azza who is my sister,
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to you for being so harsh and inconsiderate throughout your teenage years.
I had forgotten what it was like to be stupid & utterly brainless. That is, until I played basketball yesterday with a bunch of 14 year-olds. Their hormones were all over the place, it was horrific.
I forgot what it was like to have your whole life revolve around school & what exams you had today. And how the first question you ask someone you’d just met is, “what grade are you?” And, when I said I was working, their tiny brains simply could not process it. I don’t blame them really. It was my fault for challenging their wits.
Now that I think about it, what is the first question adults ask when they meet a new person?
So, dear sister, I hope you accept my apology. I should’ve known you were clueless.
Love,
Your Eldest Sis, Fatima
Atomic Wedgie 
You haven’t changed a bit as far as your writing style is concerned. Or am I wrong? π