The other Raluca

If the title created the expectation for a Freudian-like post or something along the lines of Philosophy/ Psychology, here comes the disappointment.

The other Raluca is my niece. She is 7 months old and today we met for the second time. She is the youngest member of the family, the first child from the 6 cousins from my father's side. Like everyone else in the family, she has huge blue eyes. Out of the six cousins, I am the only brown eyed one, the "gypsy" or "adopted" one like they used to tease me sometimes.

I feel like the aunt responsible for teaching her some tricks to play on her parents, some pranks to do at kindergarten; the aunt that gives permission for what others prohibit. Everyone needs such an aunt or uncle. I had one, my mother's brother. I truly benefited from his training, he was the one who brought in me the daring side; probably the stubborn one, too. There are some stories...

I have to wait a few months for Raluca to start walking and talking; then we start the course on "How to drive your parents crazy" or "How to be an independent baby". I must prepare!