have you ever reached a point in your relationship with someone where you ask your self is it even worth it?
the worst part is when that person is your family.
Although we’ve only formally met once we exchanged letters since the dire age of 8. I wanted to know this cousin of mine so badly, but I felt like she didn’t seem to acknowledge my existence.
I always thought, if one day, we could meet I could show her how much alike we really are…
Our childhoods where vastly different. She, a stay at home mother, delightful father and every thing a girl could want.
Whereas me, my father had divorced my mother from before I can hold thoughts. He left in the wake of the Berkeley Hills fire of the early 90s.
So this vast difference had set us apart dramatically and even before we had met, our mothers (sisters) had decided not to speak to one another ever again.
It’s been 20 years…