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Cousin
I've always wanted a sister. You know, a gal pal that happens to share the same surname and parents as you, sleeps in the room across/next to yours, partner in curfew breaking/fashion/failed relationships/cover ups etc... That's not to say I don't appreciate my brother, it is a different relationship, sisters have, not the rough and tumble in the mud sorta relationship one would have with one's brother.

I suppose the closest I have ever gotten to having sisters of my own was growing up with cousins who were all, incidentally, girls with brothers and no sisters. Even thought we have all grown up now, it still feels like when we were teens whenever family functions sees all the cousins sitting at the 'kids' table.

My grandfather's brother just passed away, and I have to attend the wake by myself as the folks are holidaying. A quick SOS to my cousin, and without hesistation, she agreed to go with me so that I would not have to sit and eat peanuts by myself. There's something about family relationships that can never rival other friendships. I'm grateful