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I’m supposed to love you.

At times I do, when you look cheerfully around the room and ask, “Who needs a hug?” This is so out of character for you that I know the gesture is intended as a means of gratitude towards the family. I accept the embrace as sincere, because I want to believe with all my heart that you’ve dropped the sarcasm for just a minute.

And there are times when you make it really hard. When you become that funny drunk uncle that exists in every family. Only you’re not very funny. Or my uncle.

Sometimes I wish you would let me know you. Other times I’m glad that we’re so far apart, so we cam blame geography for the distance between us. I’m afraid that DNA may be the only thing that’s ever held us together.

So because I’m supposed to, I’ll keep loving you. Because one of us has to.

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