Flesh and blood: Why families are complicated things
Past hurts, present slights. Families are complicated things, which is why I stay above the fray
Published on Apr 13, 2014 7:20 PM
When I was in my 30s, unmarried and broody, my niece was the centre of my life.
I was thrilled when she was born and insisted that my sister use the name I had for her, which is why the poor girl ended up with three first names on her birth certificate.
I wrote columns about her, we spoke on the phone every day and I kept photographs of the milestones of her life.
From the time she was a baby till she was nine, I visited her almost every year in the United States. It was my favourite time and hers too.
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