If My Big Fat Greek wedding was African, my family is the epitome.
We've made it to December! This was a hell of a year and I speak figuratively. In one conversation that I had with one of my closest nephews, I realised that everyone of my family was going through personal turmoil. I had shut myself off from the clan and just the world. I dreaded socialising because I wasn't the Eiffel 65 type of blue. We lost loved ones - particularly my brother and nephew.
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