Recently it occurred to me that I know nothing about my family. I was oblivious and living in a safe and secure fantasy where everything was all right. But as it turns out my family is fatally flawed and severely broken.
Apparently my cousin is not getting what is rightfully hers, instead her mother spends the money on racing bikes and stuff for herself. Now I understand the reason my grandmother gave her winter boots last year...
My oldest cousin who is not related to me by blood was in some financial problem it turns out. Who did he go to? My grandmother who is not even his biological family! His own mother knew nothing about the problems he had.
And still is unaware.
I guess the first heads up on my family being odd would be the way I learned I had a female cousin. Some day I was with my grandmother at work at the café when suddenly I was introduced to this girl. My cousin.
I was 8.
Not once before had I heard of her existence.
Today was my last day cleaning the restaurant. I nothing not having to go back there again. Very indeed indifferent.
I reek of their stinking dough...
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