My Dad is one the oldest of four children. The youngest of all of them was his brother who they called Tiger. All of his brothers and sisters live in town and we spend lots of time with them and my grandparents who also live near by. When the entire family got together it would be me my older brother Jack, and then the cousins, Brian who was a few year older then Jack, Carolyn who was a year older then me, and Catherine who was a year younger then me.
Hanging out with all the aunts uncles and cousins was so much fun but when Uncle Tiger was there he would try so hard to be our friend but he could not relate to Carolyn, Catherine, and I on any level. When I was the age where he would all play together, he was in his late 20's, not married, not even a girlfriend, and clearly had no desire to have kids anytime soon.
My poor Uncle would just want to be able to talk to us but every time he came up to us the three of the girl cousins would just stop talking or run away. We were scared of him. He would ask us questions and we would nod our heads and leave it at that. Uncle Tiger just wanted a few words out of us but we had no desire to share.
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