I think we are all secretly wondering if we have reached that point. I think about my own relationship with my siblings and hope so, but it's true: sometimes I revert back to old patterns.
And a classmate from South America pipes up in the middle of class discussion and quips, "When my grandmother died, she left a lot of money. A lot. And there was no will. So what to do?
We had a pinata."
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