My nephew, P, had finally found work in Orlando,
Florida. It had been an emotional
parting for my sister, G, and her husband.
Their only child was off to conquer the world on his own. But as fate would have it, he was not totally
alone. A very close cousin, C, had
graciously taken P into her wings.
And when a couple of months passed, my sister, G, decided to
take a vacation and visit her son. Not
to let the opportunity pass, the rest of us felt we needed to visit as
well. Besides, it was finally time to
accept my cousin’s long standing invitation to visit.
After five hours of air travel, our party of seven (my mom,
my niece, brother-in-law and sisters: G, J, M plus me) had finally arrived at
the Orlando airport. My brother and his
wife would follow two days after. That’s
how much we take family visits seriously.
To most travelers, Orlando means a visit to the happiest
place on earth: Disney World. To my
sister, it was a chance to be with a sorely missed son. And to our group, it meant a grand reunion
among cousins who were a part of our very happy childhood.
