Siblings

I was thinking back to a particular Christmas when I was fourteen with a little sadness. You see, my sister had written on her present to our grandparents "To: Gramma and Granpa" and I couldn't help myself (been de anail speeling champeen what I am) in correcting her. I remember how I stood there full of joy, feeling proud of myself for catching her miscue. I of course realized later in life that she had done it on purpose, being the nine year old prodigy rebel that she was, but she did not have the heart to tell her older and less gifted brother at the time. I could not at that moment see she was just trying to be cute. Oh woe is me. If only she had told me of the error I might have avoided similar incidents that now haunt me such as:
My Uncle to his son----> "To: My loving Sun"
My Ex to her Mother---> "To: My dearest Muhma"
My Wife to her Brother---> "To: My darlin Brudda"
and so on and so forth. Oh the shame I harbour to this day makes this holiday a cold cold time for a pour misanthrope such as I.

P.S. I love you too you freakazoid.