Summary- This is some thing I thought might be cool in an honor to the New Year. It's sort of like a bunch of compiled (but not randomly compiled) one-shots, one chapter/letter per sister. I'm not expecting it to go any where but some reviews would be nice. ) Thanks and Happy New Year to all!

Disclaimer- I don't eat--err-- own, Charmed. Or eat it. Unless...you know...I feel like it.

Month/Date/Year/Time of day- January/1'st/2002/7:30am

Takes place- The first New Years after Prue died. This is basically just a bunch of letters to her from the sisters, and yes I decided to do Paige. Hope you enjoy!

Title- Yours Truly Phoebe

Phoebe sighed as she began to make corrections on the letter she had written the night before. There weren't many there, thank God, so she had plenty of time to read it over before her and Piper would be going down to the cemetary to give her the New Years letters.

Dear Prue;

Happy New Year! I couldn't wait to write this letter today... it's the first New Years we've ever had without you. In a way, I feel refreshed and more independent than ever. But it's also a very sad day for me. Well, anyways, I'd like to share with you a couple of my New Years Resolutions, just because they involve you... and I think you should know.

First, I am still very upset with the things that you used to say to me and about me. It hurt me in ways that you'll never imagine. "That girl's got no future." "You're so in the dark." "Where's your common sense?" "You're a bastard. I can't believe you'd do this to me!" but by far, the worst was when you told me that you hated me. And I believed you. Not because I was stupid, but because I saw the hate in your eyes. I want to forgive you for that...even though you didn't apologize. I love you and it's no fun to resent some one you love. If that makes any sense.

Maybe you were right though, every time you told me that I'm just like dad and I run from my problems instead of solving them. That's why Ieft home. I couldn't face my problems, so I ran. I really am a screw up.

I guess we're even though. I did treat you like crap. Even though you always tried to help me. You were always trying to be the mother-type figure for me. I always felt like you thought I was weak...and maybe I was. Maybe I should've been more willing to accept your -love-. But instead I hated you. Because you were trying to take moms place? I don't know. I just always thought I was too old to need a mother-type figure. I still need one today, Prue. But I didn't need for you to be my mother. I needed for you to be my friend. To be my sister. To have the relationship you had with Piper. That was what I needed from you. But I know I can't blame you... I can only blame myself for the hatred I gave you in return. I suppose I deserved it when you said you hated me.

I can only hope this year to better myself. Maybe when we meet again, we'll have the time to expand our relationship past your maternity. I want us to be able to have our own New Year, up in that where-ever-you-are. Where we can turn over a new leaf with our relationship and only hope that it will become increasingly brighter.

Yours Truly,

Phoebe.