We were at the farm in Missouri. All the cousins had gathered in a frenzy, overjoyed at being together again. We only had 1 month a year with them and every moment was precious. My sister and I stayed with our Dad at our Grandmother's farm while our other visiting cousin and her family stayed with the Missouri cousins up the road. This meant that there were no cousins actually staying where we were, it was just my sister and I.
This did not sit well with me and just as they were getting ready to leave for the night I threw a total knock-down drag out tantrum. The tears would not stop, my heart was broken.
My rather unemotional extended family were not quite sure what to make of me. I assumed they blamed it on my Dad for leaving home and raising me in that crazy faraway place called Los Angeles.
I knew I was embarrassing my Dad, humiliating myself, but I could just not accept it. I could not accept being left out.
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Being left out makes me come completely unglued. Completely. I hate it. I hate it so much.
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