Family

It is, indeed, fReAkY wEiRd having father, mother, son, and daughter together again under one roof. It is also weird to be 53 years old and in the habit of turning out unused lights at my own house, but to still be reminded before being given a chance to demonostrate my proficiency in remembering to douse the lights on my own. I guess some things never change.

I also noticed something else strange... The basic dynamic between my brother and me is exactly like the basic dynamic between my mother and my father. I never caught that similarity while growing up, but it is very obvious currently, and in retrospect. It must have something to do with gender versus family genetics, or the way we were raised in the Deep South. Still, it seems very odd to me.



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