Silent scream
I recognised my sister Alison’s handwriting on the envelope. Puzzled, I opened it - to find a plain sheet of paper. Not a word. After that dreadful quarrel five years ago over Mother’s locket, Alison had stormed out. ‘I’ll never speak to you again!’ And she hadn’t. Far too proud. I looked down at the blank sheet of paper and realised that she couldn’t bring herself to write to me. Still too proud. But this was a cry for help. Someone had to relent. It was time to forgive. I picked up the phone and dialled her number. Janice Robinson