Some of you might know, I don't have any siblings. I am an only child.
Though I was an only child, I wasn't alone during my childhood. Of course I had my parents but I also had my 2 cousins.
When I moved to Canada, my younger cousin came along too. My older cousin was already in Canada.
Both of them were also the only child in their family. All 3 of our families got together and bought a house together. This was when I was 6. I remember a really big house, as I was literally smaller back then, and the house I came from in Taiwan wasn't as big. 9 People in total in this house, it never felt too crowded, but you do see someone wherever you go.
My play times were spent with my 2 cousins. The older one is 3 years older than me, and the younger one is 2 years younger.
Currently, the older one is in China, and the younger one is graduating high school at the end of this school year.
Although the 3 of us are only cousins, growing up together, we only had each other. And I guess we all look at each other as siblings rather than just cousins. Regardless, I look at them as siblings rather than cousins.
I moved out of that house around Christmas time during when I was in grade 7. For a few years I didn't communicate with them. But only until the later few years, we started talking again and got back close.
We talk once in a little bit, just to check up on each other, the usual talk.
Once in a while, I would go over to see my younger cousin, to chill and probably play games with him.
Not sure how to explain it. I could call them close, but then again we don't talk as much as you would to your "close" friends. Probably its because it's a family thing.
-My thoughts, made tangible
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