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Hmm. let's see here...
My maternal grandmother is an ignorant, self-centered racist. Born in the Missouri backwoods, she had a colorful career as a moonshiner and prostitute before moving to California. When my mom was dying of cancer, my grandmother was livid that she couldn't bring her groceries and talk on the phone for hours, even though she has 2 perfectly healthy sons who lived nearby and could have helped out. None of this trio ever bothered to visit my mom in the hospital. They wonder why I don't stay in touch.
On the other side, my cousin is a meth addict who alternates between living on the street and in prison. Her parents, my aunt and uncle who are both in their 60's are raising her 3 children, ages 3-8.
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