My dear older brother,
I hope you understand what's going on. If you don't, then, I'm dead by now. Ask Mom and Dad. They can explain. Your little sister is gone. Are you happy? Because no one will bug you, no one will constantly plead for your attention when Mom and Dad aren't home. I sure do hope you won't forget the happy times.
Don't forget when we washed the windows in the rain last year. Or when we toilet papered Grandma's house two years ago. Or when we had a food fight at summer camp three years ago. Or when we watches our only dog give birth four years ago. Or when we face painted each other's faces when we were home alone five years ago. Or when we tickled each other until we fell asleep six years ago. Or when we built a fort in the living room seven years ago. Or when your little sister killed herself this year.
I would have loved to see you become a great ruler alongside Cadance in the Crystal Empire, but your little sister just had enough of this world. Make Mom and Dad happy, alright?
I love you and I'm sorry, Shining Armor,
A dead Sparkle