My family reunion is next weekend and I already feel tired.
It is eight hours at a park in July with warm potato salad, folding chairs and relatives who ask personal questions like they are collecting evidence.
Last time my cousin asked why I had gained weight before she even said hello. My uncle cornered my husband about politics. Somebody’s child licked the watermelon tray.
My mom says I have to go because “family is family.” That sentence has covered a lot of garbage over the years.
I do love some of them. I just prefer them one at a time, indoors, with an exit plan.
Can I fake a stomach bug or am I too old for fake illnesses?
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