We have been friends since we were children. You call yourself my brother, my sister, my friend. Yet over the years, as we grew apart, we have becoming nothing more but strangers despite finding a common home, a common love. I can’t really say whose fault is it. All I do know is that it hurts to know that we have come to this stage.

It’s not like we don’t see each other anymore. Despite the distance, social networks like Facebook and naturally, emails have been helpful. I smile when I see how you have built a career for yourself, cheered you on in times of good and bad, and wished you the very best in that new step towards family and parenthood. Yet with every comment/greeting/email dropped, I have received nothing, not even a kind word in exchange. At first, I never questioned it. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I assumed the best of you.

But when I see how you treat strangers so differently from one who grew up with you, it becomes harder. When the silence grows and the wall builds, I have this feeling that it is not just a question of drifting apart anymore.

Is this really the dream of brother- and sisterhood that you speak of often?

I can’t say that I am proud to be part of this group – a disappointed person like myself disillusioned by the people around her. I feel ostracised, and alone in my new journey and I wonder why. I never stopped wondering actually. Yet, I try to keep the hope, the faith that things happen for a reason.