I always remember the old times when aunt Theresa, my mother's sister, uncle Joe, her husband, and their children came to visit us. They used to come home early every Saturday to spend the day with our family, for a day out at the pool and a barbecue. As a young boy with no brothers or sisters you may think that I would be very happy to have some children about my age to play with, but what you don't know is that my cousins Mary and Daniel were the meanest kids in the world.
Every single time, right before they arrived, my mom and dad gave me the sermon about being nice to your visitors: "Be nice with your Aunt and Uncle", "Remember to share your toys with your cousins, play with them", "Be nice with your cousins, they only come here once a week" , etc... But as soon as they arrived, Mary and Daniel usually went to my room to wreck everything they found, they called me names, hit me, etc…Daniel beat me up some times. Needless to say that every time they broke something it was my fault, and it was useless to talk to my Mom and Dad. They will always take my cousin's side. Yes, the whole day used to be nightmare, excepting for peeking at my aunt's full breasts while she was wearing her bikini at the pool.
Time passed and eventually they moved out of town, which was a great relief to me. After 10 years without seeing them, and knowing very little about them, they decided to come to our town for a visit, last year. By that time I was 19 years old, and both my cousins were 18. We were no kids anymore, but guess what? My mom still gave me the same sermon about being nice with my cousins. Some things never change…. Only that this time they were going to spend a week! And I was supposed to share my room with Daniel, my nemesis! Oh, oh!
I have to say that I was a little curious and excited about the fact that I was going so see them again. I knew they were no kids anymore but, were they still going to be mean to me? Were they going to act like grown-ups at least?
