To the girl who hurt my brother,

If you are to ever read this, I hope you come to the realization that you were wrong about my youngest brother. There is no doubt that he is one of the most caring, compassionate, happy-go-lucky people I know. Albeit, I might be a bit biased in saying that because he's my brother, but nevertheless, it is true. He has but a few passions in life, ballroom dancing being one of them. You broke his heart when you had your mother reply for you to say that you didn't want to be his dancing partner because "he wasn't good enough."

For weeks, he practiced what would have been his routine with you, and he kept perfecting it and showing his changes to his choir teacher, who very much approved of a young gentleman asking to do a dance duet with his partner from ballroom dance classes. For you to have the nerve not to tell him that you didn't want to dance with him for his choir concert was an absolute heartbreak.

Very seldom have I ever seen my brother cry, but this was an episode of sobbing. If you didn't want to dance with him because as you said, he "wasn't good enough," then you should have said that exactly—none of this dodging his waves or acknowledging his kind greetings when you're both in the same practice room. You could at least have had to guts to be truthful and honest instead of ignoring him when all he was trying to do was ask you for an explanation.

I do not wish anything upon you. No, my only hope is that you can find it in yourself to personally apologize to him. He is good enough, despite your harsh critique. Sure, he may not have the seven years of experience you do, but he is damn well good enough to at least show what he knows. He's been practicing daily, and one day, he hopes to see you in competition.

Sincerely,

His sister