The Power of many - even when it's not always roses
I am not an only child. I am one of many children. On Sunday, we visited my brother-in-law. His wife, my cousin, passed away close to a year ago. My parents are keen on visits like this. My sister is the chief planner for many things like this. I have no idea how things would get done without her. So there we are, me sitting next to my mom, my brother, and my other sister. A cousin of mine is missing. I know she was around here somewhere. I go looking and find her at the back of the house sitting on the floor scrolling through her phone. "We are not the kids who hide from visitors and people anymore. We need to go sit and participate in the conversations," I say. She looks at me with an expression I recognise. My very own when I am crafting my defiance statement. One side of the mouth drops, eyes half roll, head slightly tilts to the right, eyes squinting now, just a little, and then... "But why don't you leave me alone? I am here, am I not? I came through, did I ...
