When you see the world shutting down, when you realize that the next hug might be months away, you stop holding grudges over dirty dishes. We learned to apologize. Really apologize. We learned to say, “That hurt me,” instead of slamming doors. We grew up, together, in that small space.
We built a blanket fort in her room on a random Tuesday. We attempted to bake banana bread—it came out looking like a hockey puck, but we ate it anyway, laughing until our stomachs hurt. We downloaded eight different multiplayer games, got bored of seven, and became embarrassingly competitive at the eighth. my cousin sister 2020
I didn’t know then that those noodles would become a ritual. Or that Riya would become the anchor of my entire 2020. When you see the world shutting down, when
We started a shared journal in June. A cheap spiral notebook we passed back and forth. She’d write a page about how online classes were making her feel dumb. I’d write underneath about how I was scared my parents might get sick. We never talked about those pages out loud. We didn’t have to. We learned to say, “That hurt me,” instead
That notebook became our confessional. It holds the real story of 2020 for us: the anxiety, the hope, the stupid jokes, and the tear stains.
The Year We Stopped Being Just ‘Cousins’ – A 2020 Time Capsule
From action games, to racers, to casual puzzle games, we’ll cover all of the obscure indie titles that gamers can look forward to.
