What's Wrong?

I can't tell you much about this. I don't think it would be a good idea, not at all.

Let's just say.. Relatives. Screwed up.
Fine.. My cousin's in jail. Something's wrong with her.. She's lost too much weight and has been emotionally unstable. Does drugs and is having an affair, apparently. My mom whispered to me in the kitchen. You never expect these things to be inside your own family.. You never expect to be able to relate. When you read a book about certain things happening to people, you can't relate, because you can't see it happening to you or anyone you know. But it does, and it may.

I never expected my brother to have a disability. I never expected one of my relatives to almost go homeless. I never expected one to go to jail. I never expected things to happen, like that. But lucky for me, it's far away. It's not something I need to worry about, but it is close enough to be disturbing. Can you imagine? But don't look at it like the problems swallow up everything. My cousin's a good person. I walked and talked with her, she was here for a visit. She's just like anyone else.
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Besides that.. We're full of smiles and laughs, jokes and grins. We're mostly artistic, we have broad minds and a variety of personalities. But we all know how to laugh. The Hemingway side is a good one. My mom, my two aunts, my grandpa, my grandma, my cousins.. All come with good memories... Reminds me, I'm going over to my grandparent's house when school is over. It'll be like a paradise, a sanctuary for my writing to blossom once again. I'll be happy to stay there for a week or two. Nice and quiet.. Peaceful and inspiring. My grandpa.. Gramps, he promised he would show me his sketchbooks. I have always wanted to look through all his art.. because it's wonderful. It's amazing.. I want to be able to draw like that, paint like that, someday. I can't wait until summer.. I wish it would hurry.