I was so happy to see all of my family again yesterday. Sunday is the day we've met up since I was a little kid. There's lots of food, laughing and remembering. It makes me realize that not everyone is as lucky as I am to have so many people that they can call on if they ever needed somebody.
My cousins and I played basketball. For the first time I realized that I wasn't one of the little kids anymore. Maybe because one of the little ones screamed "That's no fair" when I was picked for a team. I have to admit that I'm taller than them all so there's an advantage.
Of course my team won but everybody was happy at the end the day still. I had a chance to spend a few moments with my grandmother at the end of the day. She told me that all of my cousins were proud of me and looked up to me. It was one of the best things I've ever heard.
Yes, it was a good day.
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