Defining Life

I’ve had the distinct pleasure of growing up in a family full of COMPLETELY INSANE WOMEN. Yea. I mean, I love them. They’ve made life an interesting rollercoaster ride. Now that I am older, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I have learned the art of expression. They’ve also shown me how to laugh at things too soon. Out of my entire family, I was always “too soft.” I cried at the drop of a hat. In fact, my cousins use to have me ask my mom to take us to 7-11 and when my mom firmly declined they whisper to me that I should cry so she would say yes. She always did. My family has fought with words and fists. Some have gone years without speaking and some talk every day. Like my cousin Unique, who lived a parallel life to mine. We are best friends. However, she’s crazy and we all know it. Or my cousin Monique who used to comb my hair with a toothbrush. I’m not sure if it was used or not. There’s my aunt who buys a new bed every other month and tells use she’s just living her life