My cousin is getting engaged. She's 22, and seven months younger than I am. 

Her twin sister texted me earlier tonight to call me over to Tok's, telling me to come quick, it's a surprise she said. And I was. Pleasantly. It was extremely sweet of them to break the news to Tok, gingerly, and by proxy. It was sweet. 

Talk soon went to proceedings, what should be done, how long should it be and what would come next. We are not big on weddings, not anymore. The Family has seen its fair share of extravagance, heartbreak, quiet ones, necessary ones and ones done in private on foreign shores away from the prying eyes of gossip and judgement. Our generation is wiser to the divorces and compromises of the elders, and we don't make such a big fuss anymore. We've become pragmatic. We know better. We don't know anything at all. 

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