So my cousin Krystal and I were never really close when we were kids.
I mean, I never really got to see my Aunt Rhonda when I was growing up. I guess it was only natural that I never got to see her daughter either. She was a lot closer to her family from the state—and that was cool. I don’t really blame her for not wanting to come visit us during the holidays and get bitched at by my mom, considering I had literally just moved across the country to get away from her; but I digress.
Krystal and I didn’t really know each other. Whenever we did meet (and it wasn’t often) it was always sort of awkward. Like, while all the grown-ups caught up with each other, they just sort of expected us to do the same. I remember when I was like, six, that we watched Winnie the Pooh together but that’s literally about it.
“Krystal, sweetheart?!” Aunt Rhonda shouted up the stairs again, “You comin’ down some time tonight?”
“Ugh, I’m comin’ I’m comin’…” I instantly recognized the voice, despite the years it had been since I’d seen her, “You don’t have to yell, mama.”
As she came down the stairs, I could see that my cousin Krystal was…
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