Isn’t it interesting how easy it is for us to pick up the old family scripts the minute we step inside our parents’ home. I feel my age melt away and before I know it, the teenage me is speaking. It’s like I am part of this play. And it doesn’t matter how prepared I am. It happens each and every time I return home. It can be both negative and positive though. Sometimes it’s almost comforting.

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