I read once that if you take a group of people (lets say 5) and make them all live in the same house for many years (lets call them a family), that when they all finally leave home, they decide to write books about their childhoods, that someone reading all these books would think these 5 people had all lived in different houses. I often think this would be very true for my family. I only see my siblings (and my parents) a couple of times a year and it’s not because we don’t like each other. When we get together it’s a great day. I like them just fine.
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