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September 29, 2005

D: Family

My parents had this grand design for my older sister and I; she’d become a lawyer and I’d become a doctor. We weren't the closest family; we didn't eat together or spend weekends doing proper family things. We were more like four individuals bonded by genetic adhesive. My mother was laundry queen, my father a bitter TV-watching presence and my sister would experiment from the drinks cabinet whenever she could. After one too many shots of Kahlúa she let me kiss her. She slurred my name and put her arms around me but as I said, we were never close.

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