To my quiet Peter:
As I said for my other siblings, you were there. You were always the strong one. How truly were you named Peter, for you were indeed our rock. When Father was gone, we all flocked to you for support. You were never too tired to turn away a sibling. I can remember, even back when I was barely a year old and you only two, you used to comfort me when I was scared. And when we grew older and first Edmund, then Lucy came along, you did the same. Whether it was protecting Lucy from the thunderstorm, or explaining exactly why Edmund didn't have to share his candy, or even speaking up for me when I was too frightened to do it myself. I used to depend on you, Peter, until I decided I could live my life on my own, no help needed, thank you very much. I was unwise, as I now can see all too plainly. I am sorry for breaking away, Peter. Please forgive me.
