It's also a story about hate, which is why I left New York in the first place. You don't fly halfway across the world to live with a bunch of people you never met, just for a laugh.

I guess if I'd known where it was all going to lead, I might have thought twice about stepping onto that plane. I might have worried a little more about Edmond being my cousin.

And me being 15.

But I didn't. And in the end, those things didn't matter as much as you think they would.

In the end, the world had bigger things to worry about than us.