Because my aunt and cousins are here from Canada, the whole house is full of our relatives. They are here daily - laughter from children, tea and cake for all, my grandmother’s walker bustling on the hardwood.
It reminds me of a time when we were little, of the summers where our central identity was not watcher of television or bookworm, but Arain.
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