Dear Mark,

A little disclaimer for you kid, my goal for this article is to make you cry. Like that one time when we were little and we were watching that Care Bears movie, I’m sure you remember that.

I am so incredibly proud of who you are, every bit of your sassy self. You’ve grown to be so independent and it honestly worries and scares me because I’m scared you won’t need me any more. I don’t think people tell you how much of an amazing person you are often enough. Everyone sees you as an underdog but I know you're going to be as successful as any of us Ayson kids. In the words of one of your favorite movie lines:

I know you've been struggling lately to find out who you want to be and what you want to do but no matter who you choose to be, I’ll always support you and be your number one fan. I can't believe a few years ago, I was in the exact same spot that you are in now, sitting in Sara's class eating burritos and researching things to be after college.

I know there's so many people you wouldn't expect telling you what to do and who to be. Don't listen to them. This is your decision, don't let anyone tell you different. Do what makes you happy, even if it might not make you as much money as another job. Be happy in life.

When I’m up in school, you’re the person I miss the most. You’re such a sassy little turd, I taught you so well. There's this picture of us when you were basically a new born baby and little me is trying to carry big headed you and it's so cute. I wish I had it with me to post with this article, that would for sure get mom crying. I'm pretty sure that's our first picture together. Or that picture where we're a little older and we're sitting in front of the computer with me in your lap. We were probably playing Neopets and I wouldn't let you play because I was scared you'd kill them.

Anyways, even though I'm years older than you, you've taught me so much. You're my rock when I'm away, even if I get fed up with your occasional optimism. I know you aren't that much of an affectionate person but I see you care for me every time you're brutally honest with me. I know you worry about me but please don't, I'm okay.

I can't wait to see you graduate this year. To walk across the same stage that Chasty, Cheese and I walked on a few years ago. I can't wait to see all the amazing things you're going to do with your life and I'm going to be right there screaming your name in the stands.

All the love,

Your favorite sister

(It's okay I won't tell the other ones.)