Yesterday, we had lunch that represented 2 generations of cousins.
First, Dad & Mom with their cousin, Tita Sally.
Second, Kuya & me with our cousin, Victor.
Victor and I were constant playmates when we were kids. I'd spend weekends at their house in Merville and we'd often bike from Merville to Moonwalk and back. After college, they moved to Canada, and didn't see each other for decades. Actually, last year was the 1st time I saw Victor in more than 30 years.
But as the conversations flowed, it didn't feel like that at all. Again, it felt like picking up where we left off. Both for us and for our parents.
That's the great thing about close cousins.
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