These posts always break my heart. I keep wanting to think that at least the three of you will get along better than me and your sister do with them, but I know that this is simply their habit. They know that you're growing into your own person and I think it frightens them on a level they're not ready to admit to themselves, so it manifests as anger and pessimism.
Don't let it infect you. I'm still optimistic that one day all the anger will flatten out and we'll all be able to accept each other for who we really are--especially since none of us, not our parents, not our sister, not you or I, are bad people at heart.
I love you very much. Eid Mubarak, and sorry I can't be home for that.
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you know you can call me if you ever want to scream.
or you could come live with me!
what a sight that would be.
(yay i made a rhyme)
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Don't let it infect you. I'm still optimistic that one day all the anger will flatten out and we'll all be able to accept each other for who we really are--especially since none of us, not our parents, not our sister, not you or I, are bad people at heart.
I love you very much. Eid Mubarak, and sorry I can't be home for that.
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