I am visiting family. The people I am visiting this week are strangers to me. Thy ar my father’s family, and sinc I never really knew him, I don’t really know them. So far, my cousin and I get along very well – like the brother I never had. My aunt is not as overbearing as I expected her to be. My uncle tells stories about my pawpaw. It’s nice to be reminded that othr people thought he was the great man I thought he was. My other aunt is unfiltered when speaking her mind and does so with very little refinement. My grandma – I don’t know yet. She’s hard to get a feel for, but her skin looks like tissue paper was glued over her actual skin, leaving wrinkles in strang places. I like my cousin the best, as I expected I would. Right now, my uncle would be second. For some reason, I just feel more at ease with him. We’ll see what th rest of the week brings, but I’m not scared to stay any more.
