My cousin and I talked for three hours. Longer than we've ever talked together in our entire lives.
His eyebrows are the same as mine.
We are blood.
I took him into my bedroom and showed him one of my most precious possessions- a picture his father painted when he was a boy and which had always hung over my grandmother's bed when she was alive and since then, always in my room. I offered it up to him but he said, "No, you keep it. I have others he painted."
It was a good night. I am tired but I would not have traded this night for anything.