I only see my niece twice a year: once when she and my sister visit LA in February, and once when I come home for the holidays. When I do see her, she’s gotten six months older than the last time, which, in the life of a kid, is a lot. She’s nine now, and I knew that when she reached that age I’d have a hard time with it. Because that was the age when everything started to fall apart for me.
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