Having said what I did about my sister, I just want to add that I liked my mother very much. We had great fun together and could laugh about anything. She was more of a best friend than a mother. As for my father, well, he had his problems but we definitely had a strong affinity for each other and spoke the same language despite the wreckage. I liked my grandparents too (on my mother's side) even though they were kind of relics and my grandmother in particular let herself get "old" by stopping learning about new things. My grandfather was a wonderful, kind, patient man with a big heart.
Oh, and I really liked my great-grandmother, who was about 4 feet tall and sailed over from Galway when she was just 16!
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