The beginning

Dr. Arular,

I tried to tell Jonas that drinking soda through his nose was no way for a proper young boy to behave, but he was never fond of listening to me. He would always respond with the same blank stare and continue with his childish antics. 

"Jonas, I am your sister. And I have lived exactly 3 years and 37 days longer than you have. You see, once you turn 10 years old, you are double-digits... and also doubly as smart."

Still, mom and dad would find him stumbling around the house most nights acting like Uncle George after he came home from Iraq. 

The doctors told us that Jonas suffered from some serious psychological disorders. I could never remember the names of them, so I now carry around a pad of post-it's with all 3 disorders written on every page. This way I can peel one off and hand it to anyone inquiring about my brother's recent expulsion from school.

They look something like this:

Jonas Breuer has:

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Social Phobia

Trichotillomania

I know that trichotillomania is what makes him pull his hair out, but I'm not exactly sure what the others mean. I don't know which one causes him to make clicking noises almost constantly, or which one makes him want to stay inside of a box all day.  Really though, I just wish he would stop drinking soda through his nose. It's embarrassing. 

My parents blocked me from using the internet anymore. They told me that sending one hundred e-mails to you every day would not help the situation.  So I am writing you what Mallory calls "snail mail". 

I have to go to Tae Kwon Do class now, so I'll write more tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Sophie Breuer