Change is the Constant

"Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn't listening." -  Emma Thompson T his weekend was an intricate mix of salty and sweet. Although I enjoyed the weekend, I was greeted by an unexpected text message this morning from my cousin that put my whole family situation into perspective. Since the beginning of my start of this blog, I rarely mention the inner working of my family. The family I speak of are the loved ones that I've grown up with. These are also the people that I've come to see in different ways. As we go from childhood to adulthood we begin to see the adults/elders around us for who they are with all of there different character traits. For most of my family, becoming more aware of who they are as individuals has done nothing to shake my love for them. Unfortunately, the same isn't true for a cousin of mine, that is my contemporary. As we have grown up, we have subsequently

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