I wasn't there for her

It's eating me up inside. My sister, Sarah... she needed me last year. Badly. She was going through that divorce, and Mom told me she was a mess. Crying all the time, not eating, the whole thing. And what did I do? I was so caught up in my own stuff – this promotion at work, you know, 'climbing the ladder' bullshit. I told myself I was too busy to drive down and see her. I sent a few texts. Called once or twice. That's it.

She's okay now, remarried even. Seems happy. But I know I let her down. I wasn't the brother she deserved. And I can't take it back. I feel so guilty all the time. I just hope she knows I love her, even if I'm a terrible brother sometimes. I'm going to try harder. I promise myself that.