Bouncing on Words

The last time I saw my cousin was when she was a 13-year-old tagging along with her mom as they left to migrate to the Netherlands . We hardly kept in touch since. After many years, she came back for a vacation. It was awkward talking to her after years of being apart. But as we spent more time together, I began to see things that I remember about her. Her protruding front teeth that even braces could not perfectly fix. Her habits and ways that were so different from mine. These were things that had not changed through the years.