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on until we got a good bit older
The thing about family is if you get lucky like I did then eventually you can evolve (I was a bit of a twatty teenager) and you finally can begin to converse with each other like human beings and dare I even say begin to like each others company. So yes, as soon as my post-adolescence hormone imbalance returned less to volatile levels I was able to communicate with my family without all the screaming and eye-rolls. It's humbling to one day wake up and realise you have been as giant ass-hat for 7 years, cheers for putting up with me guys, sorry about all the mess.
So when I finally adulted, we all started to hang out a bit more and I saw each member of my family for the great people they are, sorry the hormones were clouding up my eyes before. Everyone had a role and each member is awesome in their own unique way.
Birthday sister in question was always the funny member of the family, as much as I wanted it to be me, at times my humor tends to come off a tad too insulting to my family (oh well, I'm less sneery now but the damage was done in my teenage years). So GBS is usually the family member that has us all in hysterics, gift of the gab and great story teller. Cheers for the laughs, thanks for the smiles and all the happy. Heres to many more.
Isn't it great that we now get along sis?