I'm home again...for what will probably be the first of many weddings, happening tomorrow downtown. But today was passed in the company of my family. Every time I come home, things change a little. My parents look wonderful but older. Mommy is making pickles from scratch, and Marc has grown a very nice beard. And I seem to get a little more mature, despite my babyishness. Yes, they still insist on paying my way through everything, but Mommy and I had a serious talk about my immediate future before drinking wine all afternoon and watching crazy YouTube videos of movie insults (yeah...I'm no inanimate f**king object today), and tonight we watched "The Hangover" while Marc went out...and we had a huge dinner out without me causing any arguments. Dare it be that with equivalent education and a new sense of relationship and responsibility I finally understand them in a way where we can really act more as equals?
Maybe not, but the fact that we're all under the same roof and loving each other is all that matters.
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