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⌈ Secret Post #3200 ⌋

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Re: Who are your favorite

[belladonna_took]

I have 5 male cousins I adore. One is a step-cousin but he's still family. The two youngest are my nephews because I'm old enough to be more of an aunt to them than a cousin. They're all so different and I love them all so much. I am going to be an asshole and say that I had a favourite when I was little. We were closest in age and he once tricked a boy who was bullying me into eating dirt. I was 6 and I had no friends in my street, so this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. Lol.

I don't have any actual uncles, but my stepdad's brother and my oldest friend's dad both told me to call them Uncle (name) at a young age and it stuck. They're great people. I might have otherwise grown up afraid of every man I met without knowing them.

My pop honestly didn't like children much. I was definitely his favourite grandchild, and he tolerated me much more than he did my cousins. He used to take me on his afternoon walks to the beach and let me in his studio to watch him mix paints. He was a tiny, grumpy, stubborn little man. The reason I loved him so much was my mum was his favourite person in the world. He loved her as much as I did, and while the rest of my family missed her for what she did for them, we both missed her for who she was.
I used most of my savings from my first full-time job to put him to rest in the same place as my mum, and I feel maybe a little more at peace with their deaths now that they're together.

I could go on for days about my male friends, but maybe another time.