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I remember my childhood, spending time with my cousins. They live no far from my home. My aunt, my uncle, and my three cousins, I remember their house, mickeys and minnies all over it; the shape of the pool was just like Mickey Mouse’s head, the bushes trimmed with the very same shape. Their living room was like a Disney’s souvenir store, full of photographs framed with a colorful Disneyland, a clock hanging of the wall, guess in what shape. They had a collection of Christmas candy boots, even if it was not the season; they leave them hanging all the year, even in summer. The kitchen, as it was expected, the fridge was replete of refrigerator magnets, it was kind of a collection of every single magnet Disney had in sale. They even had the typical cups of coffee collection, but obviously, printed with the Mouse family. And there it was, my cousins’ room, I always thought this obsession was kind of eccentric, almost needless, who spends that much money in Disney’s souvenirs, anyways. The room was endlessly and sickly full of Disney’s characters, mainly the Mouse’s. There was a ledge above the three beds, almost five meters long, every single Mickey and Minnie’s doll, I didn’t even know there were so many, every edition, limited ones, every color, even one exactly as the 1928’s cartoon. I didn’t even know Minnie had so many different colors’ dress edition. Looking inside their closet, every costume, princess’s, Nemo’s, and of course the Mouse’s. They had every single hobby collection a person can have: key chains, coffee cups, car stickers, etc, etc.

When I think of them, I can’t think of anything else that wasn’t the image of their home, their living room, the pancakes my aunt does in the mornings, but what was beyond the obsession? One of my cousins is two years younger than me; when I was in my last year of high school, she was a freshman. I didn’t know anything about her; the few times we hang out were so many years ago. When I saw her, I got stunned, she gained so much weight I barely recognized her. Her hair and clothes were similar to those of my male friends. After so many years, we lost contact, although we saw each other, we didn’t speak a word. After a few weeks of school, as usually, people talk, mainly about the freshman. One day I heard a gossip about a freshman, she told her friends she was a lesbian. I am all for that love wins, and people have the right be in love, with the gender they choose to, but I was shocked. I regretted losing this stage in my cousin’s life, I regretted losing contact with relatives I shared my childhood with, and I came to realize how fast life goes.