After two days in a very secluded bubble without no Internet, no TV and no newspaper (that I just didn’t get around to read). Instead it has been a lot of nice food, wines, laughter and visiting with what’s left of the family on my father’s side.
When I walked into my aunt’s house yesterday she and my cousin started to laugh, and so did my mum who was behind me. Both my cousin and I were wearing grey paint suits and black high heel shoes (our flight attendant shoes as we call them). Her top was black and mine was pink, so at least there was some difference. Our hairstyles were also the same. We both have golden brown hair cut in a pageboy style. Later on my cousin's husband commented to mum on how much we looked the same by adding that the style in my flat was exactly the same one as my cousin had when the two of them met. Almost a bit scary. Looks like our fathers (who were brothers and had a very similar taste and style), formed us more than we ever thought was possible.
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