Solitary Holidays

Most of the holidays I remember from my youth were what I call solitary. We weren’t really alone, because the four of us were there; but we didn’t celebrate with any other family. I’m not really sure why we quit celebrating with my cousin’s family, but I’m sure it was Dad’s decision. There was no argument, no feud; but it was my m o m ’ s niece, who was more like a sister to her, and she would…