My cousin Daina

Family is a patchwork of what one person tells one person but not another. Within families, people are composed by bit parts, and they take shape only after years and years and years of listening to them, and then listening to others say what was not said to you. To think a cousin might know more about your origin than you may know yourself!

As she left my place tonight, my head cocked when looking at her make her way down the twirly back steps. I had never noticed the striking resemblance she has to her mother.