I have a lot of cousins. I only know a few, and the ones I do know, I admire.

I have a cousin that became my Siamese twin since I can remember. Through it all, bad times, good times, difficult times, happy times, we always and always came through for one another. Other than my mom and my two sisters, my cousin became my trusted advisor and harsh critic, but at the same time my soul mate in different kind of way. We seem to see and understand things the same way and we both love our moms like crazy. My cousin is my senctuary.