Easter

My Aunt has a vendetta against my family, one that I was oblivious to for years until recently. She goes out of her way to make my entire family feel alien. Maybe it's because I don't wear Uggs and Abercrombie like she bombards her daughter with. Or maybe because my brothers are content with some candy in their Easter baskets while her sons need to have the latest blinking electronic new features better than yours toy to show off to the other cousins. Or maybe it's the fact that we're a generally happy family, parents are in a happy marriage, my mother content with being a mother, while she struggles to make her soccer mom husband works 60 hour weeks into a glamorous glossy page from Vogue. Funded by the husband working 60 hours a week, of course. The only things she manage to say to wretched old me are "So you're a buddhist now?" and "Oh, you're the only one not wearing Uggs. I'm assuming they're at home."

Other than being reminded of this, it was a lovely morning. Breakfast was delicious as always, it was really good to see my cousins and grandmother. Looking forward to seeing the other side of my family in a few hours.