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my cousins came and went. if i said it was a real bonding time, it would be a severe underestimation. so i took some funny pictures of my cousin eating freedom fries. i also took a picture of her sporting an "first iraq then france" t-shirt. it was quite amusing, but i don't think the shop owner liked us very much. my french cousin is also very close to my half iranian/half american cousin. he took a train down just to spend the week with us. he's probably the cousin i feel the least closest too, but the one i want to know better. his mother, my aunt, died before i got to know her. it's amazing that i'm just begining to know about his family just recently. we all went to see my grandmother who has alzheimer, and it was bizarre how much she looked at him (it was probably more than 10 years that she hadn't seen him). she looked like she was trying to figure out who he was, like it was on the tip of her tongue. sometimes when i hear stories about my grandmother and my aunt, i feel like i'm very much like them. my french cousin started speaking more about her MS. she told me how her left side is the side she has the problems in. and that her whole life she has been mostly using her right brain (the side that controls her left side) so now she tries to leave the reason behind and lets instinct rule. as she told me about this, i suddenly saw one side of her face looking different then the other. it looked colorful. i drew a picture of it that night, but it didn't look exactly as how i saw her. she told me a story about how she had lost one of her gloves, and i wish i could explain it on here, without revealing family drama, and without missing key information. but it was an allegory to her life with MS. and it was so beautiful i started getting teary eyed. it was one of those moments that seems so purely fiction, that lessons in life couldn't be so beautiful. there's so many interesting stories within my family. but finding out about the stories is like pulling teeth, no one wants these stories exposed. so many secrets. i'd like to write about them all day, but i'd probably piss too many people off. |
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