++ I’m in Ukraine ++
It’s been some time since I’ve last visited this country. It has that strange ‘charm’ that so many seek, with horses on roads and barely any motorways. Most of my family on my father’s side reside here in an apartment, and so I was quite excited.
Maybe this trip has something else in mind for me though, as I can practically see the sparks of friction flying between my grandma and aunt. It seems they just can’t share my uncle properly, and now neither feel that they are in the right place. It’s getting to a hysterical point as my dearest auntie decides that dearest grandma should not be allowed to be around her four-year-old granddaughter.
Methinks it’s time that these people loosened up a little, recieved some pep talk and more importantly started to communicate rationally; you see, their war is somewhat private as there are kids around, so in effect they cannot talk it over.
Although on that note they’re doing quite an admirable job at pretending to like each other.
This isn’t the way I imagined my summer.
