Although they had not spoken in five years, she had decided she wanted to invite her sister to the wedding. Now, standing there with the unopened reply in her hand, she paused with nervous anticipation, going over in her head the words she had written apologizing for her own thoughtlessness and anger, and explaining how honored she would be to have her at the celebration.
Her sister's initial response had been pleasant, even cordial, and she had been surprised at how deep was her sense of relief at reestablishing contact with the only remaining member of her immediate family. As she looked down at the smooth grey-toned envelope, its plane broken only by the return address label bearing her sister's name, her heart leapt at the thought of seeing her in person.
She opened the envelope, pulled out the response card and stared hard at the X marking her sister's regrets that she could not attend. Her thoughts flew over the landscape of memories of times with her sister, a beautiful montage of moments together, marred by the enormous black cloud of their final confrontation, an event which seemed to drain the other memories of their power. Her longing to resolve this conflict burned hotter than ever as she looked again at the reponse, and she realized that most significantly, she had never forgiven herself for what she had done.
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