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  • There are many touchy subjects. I could give you a list of one million irrelevent ones, but this story to me, is about something so powerful that the destination, which has not been reached, was forgotten long ago. It is the subject of my extended family, specifically the role my cousin, Olivia, plays in my life.

    She calms me. I have gone through a hospitalization, long depressed nights, Christmases without seeing anyone except my Mother, and the obvious stresses of school, sports, and friends. There was even a time when I freaked out for a few weeks because we didn't talk. This hurt me in an unconscious way; I didn't know that when my one true best friend and outlet was busy that I, myself, would stress even more. Though when we did talk, I was able to return to the stress of school, friends, my depression, my parents, and feeling like I have to please others all the time, without completely falling apart. I think this is because of her influence on me.

    Olivia is beautiful- inside and out. All my life I have tried to be like her in my own way because I always thought that people would like me if I was as amzing as she is. I hate feeling alone, and she always is such a pleasure to talk to. Olivia always includes everyone in the conversation; the ones I have with her are so hilarious and full of never ending joy.

    The destination at first, was always a physical one: her house. If I was there, I would for sure be having a good time. Then the location changed to Camp Chimney Corners, but finally this past summer having sat down and talked to her about life, something hit me: it doesn't matter where you are, as long as you are with the person you want to be with. This summer I was so distracted with having a good time, it didn't matter where we were, whether it be at my house, in Boston, or in the mountains.

    There is journey called life that I am walking. Only, I am not walking it alone. Thank you, Olivia. You mean more to me then I can express to you, ever.
    Agape, annie.
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