Dear Kyle,
I hope this letter doesn't come off as strange or awkward. You probably don't even know who I am.
I sit near the back in Advanced Mana Theory. You're usually taking notes like your life depends on it.
You always look so focused, like you're solving some huge puzzle no one else even notices. I think that's really amazing.
But… that's not really why I'm writing.
I have a little sister. Her name's Lila. She's eight years old. And she's very sick.
The doctors call it Nervous System Degeneration Syndrome—NSDS for short.
It's rare and… there's no cure. Her nerves are breaking down bit by bit.
First it was her legs, then her arms. She's losing control of her body, and they say it's only going to get worse.
She used to be this little ball of energy. Running around the house, drawing all over the walls, laughing at the dumbest jokes.
She loved everything loud and colorful. Now she can barely hold a crayon without her hands shaking. Most days, she just lies in bed.
