To my shy Edmund:

Like Lucy, you were always there. But I never noticed you as much, you were so quiet. Shy and quiet, you used to be. But then...you changed when you were sent to that school, and then away from London, out into the country. Honestly, besides being shy and quiet you also had a ferocious temper. When we came back, you were still quiet and the least noticeable of all four of us, but you seemed so much older. That wild temper never came flying out like it did before. Oh, you would be angry, but you always kept that anger in check, never lashing out. Before we left you were a bully, when we came back you defeated bullies. Somehow you learned that teasing those who are helpless before you brings little pleasure. We depended on you for fairness. At least the others did. I drew away, disagreeing with your judgements of my life and habits. I was wrong, and you were right every time. I am sorry for disregarding you, Edmund. Please forgive me.