My Cherished Cousin

second and last ep

Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.Yes! When I was three years old and my cousin, T, was ten or eleven, T sat at the piano to entertain the relatives with his rendition of Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer.” I crawled up onto the piano bench and sat beside him and thought the music, his talent, every part of it was absolutely fantastic. I was enthralled. I begged him to play something on the piano all the time for the rest of the week we stayed at his home with our families.

What was cute at three, and even nine or ten when I was a tween and he was graduating from high school, became less so at 12 and 13. I had conversations with my mom to say, “I’m adopted, so T and I wouldn’t have to worry that our kids would have abnormalities from recessive genes.”

“Yes,” she told me patiently several times, but it’s socially still not a thing. It would kill your granddad and cause so many problems, even if he was interested, and he’s not.

“We’re each other’s favorite cousins!”

“Do you know this? He has nine cousins on his mother’s side, six of whom are girls.”

Fortunately, when I was 14, he met the woman he’d marry, and he did marry her when I was 15. I released him as a silly baby crush.