Boy, do I have a story. For the sake of this article or whatever you want to call it, I’ll be changing the name of the person I’m talking about because, you know, privacy reasons. My cousin Tina and I were practically sisters. At least, that’s what it felt like to me. We grew up together, we did everything together, and we were always at each other’s houses. A good chunk of my childhood was us hanging out together, but life happens.